It does get better

Wrote it to tell myself that it does get better one day

As a rose, your petals fall

Planted in a field of brownish greens where only you seem different

Short and red you seem alone

Plants around you block your sight

When it feels lonely and apart

Wish you close your eyes

And feel with your heart

Can you hear the wind blowing soothingly across your ears,

Feel it with your petals, feel it with your leaves,

If you try a bit harder, and make your heart clearer,

Away from the brownish greens,

You feel love

You feel other short reds calling out to you

Whenever it doesn’t feel right,

They cheer for you from afar

Hoping you hear them with your hearts as you can’t see with your eyes

From a seed, you had bloomed into a rose,

Maybe you aren’t sweetly planted, sweetly growing

But you are what you are for you have hung on long enough

To have a chance for other reds to call out to you

You just need to try that bit harder to listen,

You can’t decide who you are,

But you can decide how strong your stalks be.

It does get better.