Wilted Rose

Somehow I never seem to fit in...

Watch the petals as they fall.
Is it worth it all?
I'm a wilted rose, I'm the 'odd-ball'.
Where would I fit in if I stand too tall?
Let me be the one you enthrall,
Though withering in the darkness,
The others have it all.
I've got nobody-
Will you catch me when I fall?