The Rose

I can be quite hard to love,
My head is quite a mess,
I've an abundance of trust issues
You see my track record isn't the best.

I give such good advice to others,
But seldom follow it myself,
It seems I just can't let my guard down
So I always end up on the shelf.

With thoughts that eat away at me,
Thoughts that I will never be enough,
Instead of showing my emotional side
I shut down and act real tough.

I'm quite the little paradox,
My qualities juxtapose one another,
For I'm selfish, psychotic, a fighter
Yet giving, sane and a lover. 

And any man who came to me,
The ones before yourself,
Took advantage of my nature
And tampered with my mental health.

 But then you came along one day,
And though my heart is tattered and torn,
You stayed, you tried, you saved me
For you love the rose and all it's thorns.