A sweet budding beauty
Soft and supple
Fragrant with a smell of fruity
And unable to ever crumple

That may be your closest relative
The one you hold most dear
A sweet little flower sensitive
Ridden with an unmistakeable fear

That’s who you are
That’s who you will always be
Wishing to be behind bars
So no one can see

Broken by the world
Regretting coming unfurled