I sit in my dress
Pretty as a porcelain doll
Smothered with smiles
And holding one single
Red rose
My smiles warm, but my eyes do not copy
The are filled with fear and pain
I hold the rose for everyone to see
I am not okay
The do not understand but complement me
And my wonderful
Red rose
I held it up once again
Trying to show what they cannot notice
It was a white rose
Before
He attacked me
