Nobody Understands

Roses & Rage

The perfect facade

So tired of being yourself,

You cannot understand it

You don't know it

You just want to be someone else

It comes down to a pretend

You are almost real

You'd bury yourself in a heartbeat

Just so the attention would too

A negotiation

Between the versions of you

Roses in exchange for killing the rage

You so courageously held it in you

Despite the need to burst it out,

You burned it inside

Despite the fact how it made you feel,

How the ashes rotted in your insides, decaying all of you

How it crushed you

But you still smiled while you held the roses,

Raw explication of real courage and bravery

Then a compromise,

Those walls were high built

You knew the dirty play,

To get something you give out something

Then you took the risk of breaking down those walls

Surrounded to protect and comfort you,

Brick by brick

Only to build them back stronger

In depth and in breadth

You learned to be insignificant

Turned into the kind of rock

That absorbed nothing

That exuded nothing

But on the inside you knew the reality was a reflection

Of The outside

The heart choking the mind

Though all the blood will flow back unto itself

A pure rage

With shades of carmine,

Darkness

Similar to that of a roses's