The dark rose.

The dark rose, slowly comming out of the ground.

Stands not tall like thy other roses, that are so bright and colorful.

Thy other roses are happy, and get looked at and get nice comments.

But The dark one that looks wilted never gets seen, like it's invisable.

The dark rose trys to become a beautiful red, or pink, or yellow, but thy dark rose will always stay black.

There is some good things in the dark roses life. It wont get picked and die.

Or have sombodys dirty nose shoved in them.

The dark rose stands alone, in a crowd of the loved, seen and happy roses.