Thorns
By Carly
Filled with disgrace
And strong feelings of self hate
You realize the price
Your freedom for another’s sake
So desperate to feel free
You take on the role
The role you were undeniably
Meant to be
The mask you put on to be free
Fake and unable to be yourself
You wander endlessly
But you see
Every perfect rose
Has its thorns it seems
Author Notes: I’m aware the punctuation is not correct, but I feel it’s has more of an affect on the reader this way.
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