There are people who face issues head on, and there are those who fold like a shrinking violet.
You, my friend, are a world-class shrinking violet. How sad that you are pretty but your spine is too soft to stand straight. You bruise easily under the softest pressure too. Poor are the people who admire you from afar, only to come close and see your true smallness.
You may now join the club of Morning Glory, Mimosa aka makahiya, and night-blooming Water Lily.
One is perky, colorful and vibrant in the beginning (of the day) but as soon as it feels the heat (of the sun), it closes up and selfishly keeps its color to itself.
Another shuts its leaves upon any touch (intimacy), and even has thorns to further protect it from "harm".
And the last one blooms stunning (only at night) when it is alone and the rest of the world is asleep. It hides its true beauty by pretending to be a useless pod during the day.
I wish I could meet a chrysanthemum -- Not my usual type (of flower) but it has a strong stem, abundant dark leaves and lots of layers (of petals). It doesn't smell either, neither good nor bad. I can live with that, and its dependable lushness. I have no need for the exotic, the hard to find or the false.
My dear Chrysanthemum, you have the ability to replace the dead rose in my heart...