Tiny, pretty, little things
Can hide such ugliness.
They keep it on the inside, underneath,
They keep it bottled up,
They unleash it when least expected and
most inappropriate.
They say , " We are not ugly.
We are tiny, pretty little things.
We have done nothing for which
We should be sorry ".
I say, " Yes, you are tiny, pretty, litte things:
You are a narcissistic flower hiding
Nasty, prickly thorns ".
The beauty of a rose is nullified
by the prick of its thorns.
See, a rose without its petals
is nothing but a weed.
