All alone.
In this garden.
Full of flowers,
more especially roses.
Roses with thorns that stung my body.
Thorns that are permanently stuck there.
Maybe you could help me..
but I am too afraid to ask you.
Because I would have to put my mask away..
This is my fate.
Because I can't come to you.
There is no name you can call me.
You know that I can't show you me..
Would you still want me?
I am afraid you will leave me like everyone else.
Maybe back then
A little
Just this much
If I got the courage to stand before you
Would everything be different now?
You are coming.
Run. Run to wear that stupid mask again.
And I really want to give you this flower but after I take off this mask.
But I do know
I can never do that.
I have to hide,
because I am ugly.
I would want to hold your hand but would you want to?
I hung myself in this sand castle.
Will you forgive me?
What is your real name?
Why are you hidden in this garden like me?
Do you have thorns stuck in your body?
Or maybe bruises?
I take a look up.
Tears are rolling down my face at this
disappeared and fallen sand castle looking at this broken mask.
