The Rose

To be or not to be is the question, people talk about ambition
but have a shit load of excuses and hesitation. I used to talk about being a "badass" and how I hauled ass but now its about being a family man and doing anything I possibly can, I can't say I'm finally happy cause when reality hit I ran. My stuggle is real but most of y'all don't see it and only witness my trouble, I compare my life to the beauty of a rose, its details are my scars. The thorns it carries holds my flaws but im still standing tall shining through the rain, the scratches that the rose holds reminisces all my pain. By nature's law I'm destined to be isolated from the rest of my buds and get mistreated by my flaws. So before you judge don't judge by the flaws it has if not, to admire its tenacity to overcome the obstacles that it has been through.  Admire the rose who has struggled to adapt for the struggle of the fittest.