I was better in being beautiful

 can wear long gowns, fairy wings or even cocktails too

I was better in making friends

lesser I with having fiends

I was better

then One day ugly roses came

they prick me with their thorn, what a nasty game

tied me up, slap me hard

with words I can't bear, Even burn my last trump card

My confidence.

I was better

And I think I will never be better

Rain on my parade grew bigger

it became flood, destroyed me, I will never be better

I've become one of the things I never wanted to be

those roses, ghosts and everything there will be

All I think is there is no one for me

Even the reflection in mirror seems stranger to me

then I stare

I just stare

All the things that made me better spark in my dim mind

I ask myself. why did I hide?

Then again the answer was always bright

I WAS BETTER.

I always think I was better when I can be best

Limitations and horizons can now finally rest

I am free now, and I will always be

Thoses roses that burned me, I hope they'll be

I was dictated, controlled and caged

with the voices and thought lured by age

who think I should be grey in their monochrome world

and be part of this calamitous horde

My confidence now is screaming with light

so bright, beaming my soul to fight.

I was better and yes, I will never be again

because I am the best now, now and then.