Rose Petals on Fire

Sometimes in life

you have to realize that

life is like falling rose

petals on fire,

like the rain is dripping

acid carving into our
skin,

that maybe life is not
supposed

to be perfect,

or what is now considered

perfect,

that maybe it's okay to go

out and be yourself,

that you can go out and
wear tight

clothes if you are bigger,

that bulimic girls can eat

all their food and not
puke it

up,

or that cutter can go out
and show

their maddness inside and
scars,

that a gay person can go
out with

their lover and kiss in
front of

hundreds of people and not
care,

because we are human,

we all make mistakes,

and we all have the right
to be happy

and not care what people
will think