#weaponised words

A lovely red flower,

Romance, some assume,

But just a sweet plant,

Ready to scratch always.

Beauty, smelling lovely,

How perfectly described,

But how deceptive also.

I always think words are weapons,

And have used them so;

Isn’t that a roses thorns?

I never wanted beauty,

People claim that I have it,

Never trusted attraction,

Others have declared it.

But words, like thorns, cut,

Perhaps even worse than a rose,

Because words attack emotions,

They strike at self-worth,

And form beliefs in others.

Now I seek praise for creations,

Knowing words are my tool.

After all, a rose by any other name smells sweet,