Wilting Flower

It bloomed and never intended to wither
A flower, once part of a garden,
Now scarred by past roses with thorns
Its shields completely hardened

A simple connection now too great of a hassle
Never again willing to cave
Like a lonely damsel stuck in a castle
Who’s afraid to be saved

If I broke the vase, I’d be free
But I'd get cut
If I stay in, no one could reach me
But all for what?

The petals continue to rot
As I wonder how much longer it will be
For me to be able to hide within the glass
Till there’s nothing left to see.

-- Annie N., 9th-12th Grade