You are the thorn

On the most beautiful flower

That pricks little fingers

When they least expect it.

Why do you choose to injure

When you could have velvet petals

That are the envy of the garden?

You are the poison

Hidden in the stunning colors

Of rainforest frogs.

Is it to protect yourself

From dangers unknown?

Or do you revel in the

Admiration of beauty before

The truth is revealed?

You are a siren

With the most beautiful

Voice that lures sailors

To their death on the rocks.

Why do you beckon those

Who know no better?

It is a lonely life

When you hurt everyone you touch.