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