| Me and my helmet
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| Such an unconventional kid
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| All intense and kinetic
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| At best tolerated from afar
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| Not yet arrested
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| And by that I mean betrothed
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| Though a start I am newly courted
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| I’ve just not been trusted with alters
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| I’m a sweet piece of work
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| Well-intentioned, yet disturbed
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| Wrongly labeled and under-fed
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| Treated like a rose as an orchid
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| My friends, as they weigh in
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| Get understandably protective
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| They have a hard time being objective
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| So inside we cancel each other out
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| I’m a sweet piece of work
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| Well-intentioned and unloved
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| Unlabeled and misunderstood
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| Treated like a rose as an orchid
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| You’ve brought water to me
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| Making sure my bloom rebounds
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| You know best of what my special care allows
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| So I’ve lived in my blind spot
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| Thought myself usual when I’m not
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| And your garden is a nice spot
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| As long as it is brave and where you are
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| For this sweet piece of work
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| High maintenance and deserted
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| I’ve been different and deserving
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| Treated like a rose as an orchid
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| Sweet piece of work
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| Overwhelmed, unobserved
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| I’ve been bowed down to, but so misread
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| Treated like a rose as an orchid |