Me, and my helmet such an un-conventional kid 

All intense and kinetic, at best tolerated from afar 

Not yet arrested, and by that I mean betrothed 

though a start I am newly courted 

I've just not been trusted with alters 



I'm a sweet piece of work, well intentioned yet disturbed 

wrongly label-ed and under-fed, treated like a rose as an orchid 



My friends, as they weigh in, get understandably protective 

They have a hard time being objective 

So inside we cancel each other out 



I'm a sweet piece of work, well intentioned and unloved 

unlabeled and misunderstood, treated like a rose as an orchid 



You've brought water to me, making sure my bloom rebounds 

you know best of what my special care allows 



So I've lived in my blind spot 

thought myself usual when I'm not 

and your garden is a nice spot 

as long as it is brave and where you are 



For this sweet piece of work, high maintenance and deserted 

I've been different and deserving, treated like a rose as an orchid 

Sweet piece of work, overwhelmed un-observed 

I've been bowed down to but so misread 

treated like a rose as an orchid