Rose Vines

I was looking in my gold mirror.
Vines around it,rose bushes nearby.
With thorns,I did not know how or why.
 
The roses on the bushes are red.
Maybe if I had a prettier stem or better leaves.
And my needs feel like they haven't been read properly.
 
I always thought of myself as a flower.
But if I could be a red rose,I would have so much power.
Maybe if I did not have any thorns.
 
Or if I could remove my differences and horns.
Maybe if I dyed my petals red.
Would that make things better?
 
Alas,I hope that just one day.
I could not feel my differences and be okay.
I kept looking in my mirror.
 
The vines are still around it,mocking me with their thorns.
But I'm sure,that just one day.
I will be my own graceful flower.
 
And make my insecurities go away.
I shall let my petals glow.
And let the peace inside me flow.
 
Sometimes,I feel like my petals are decaying.
I hoped,that nobody would notice.
I looked into my gold mirror once again.
 
Sometime in the future,and I did not feel any pain.
The vines fell off the mirror eventually.
Letting me be free.
 
And I could be any flower I wanted to be.
The thorns on the rose bushes disappeared.
And now it's something I never feared.
 
One day,I will be able to fix my gold mirror.
So my true self never decays.
I will make it shine.
 
And embrace the vine as a part of me.
One day,we'll be together.
And you'll see the real me.
 
One day,I'll feel at home.
And all my insecurities will be thrown away.
I just have to wait for this one,special day.