If I was a flower

I'd be rotten

But to others

I still smell sweet

Why must it be this way

How can a flower be so rotten

How can I be so rotten

A flower looks terrible

But still smells sweet

As am I

People are drawn to me for no reason

It's either love or hatred

They either think I look too rotten

Or think I smell so sweet

It's a rotten flower

And a rotten life