Break down the walls inside me,
With the harsh reality I need.
I have thought and I have believed
In fact I keep thinking and believing
Thinking to where the words swirl and jumble,
And are no where near visible.
And believing myself into a world trapped and ignorant.
I believed a reality
Where roses were red and violets were blue.
But today I learned the textbooks lied,
Because there are white roses too.
And of course roses have thorns and that's all right,
Because we all have those,
But did you know that roses are weeds?
Invading the homes and sucking them dry.
Which is probably why they bleed.
I wish I could forget, I wish I could fade.
Like the shade of red on my lips
Or the hope after a gunshot, a trade.
But it's impossible
I am here, and this is the world.
There is no "Make the best of it"
Because while I "make the best of it,"
Companies kill and countries control and I sit pretty in my garden,
Helpless and attached,
Only to be cut, invasive and strategically placed in a glass.