Hidden Rose

I dream of being a rose  
With a wild beauty only found in secluded meadows
But in reality
I am a blackberry bramble, still part of the rose family
People freely take from me
Despite my thorny dignity  
Then yell and cry when I fight
Because they assumed my bark was much worse than my bite  
I am a weed that is hated
But a rose is loved, despite its stem serrated
I am unique
I am a freak
 
But then one day I noticed a petaled flower
Shortly after a summer shower
A white thing of simple beauty  
Not flaunted or snooty
I smiled with pride
When I found out the flower I eyed  
Was mine
Everything is beautiful, you just need to look close
Because everyone has their own hidden rose