"I stayed in the front yard all my life

I want a peek at the back

Where it’s rough and untended and hungry

Weed grows

A girl gets sick of a rose"

I want a peek at the back

Where everything isn’t a blinding white

Where grit meets greed

Where everyone is in need

A rose is rich, and red, and beautiful

A rose is rigid, and rabid, and barbaric

It makes a lovely center piece for your garden

But pick it, and you’ll bleed

Let me peek in the back

I know it isn’t where I belong

I know that is where all the hurt in 

The world stems from

I wish to bleed with them

I wish to know what makes them bleed

There is more beyond this superficial world

Poverty, abuse, addiction, death

Let me peek in the back

None of this is real

There’s more beyond this bright, white light

It blinds me 

It shields me