Does anyone truly know me?
Do they never see the person I hide
Sometimes I feel its better
To be away rather than alongside

I'm just so far from everyone
drowning in tears that I've shed
I'm never letting go
I'm hiding in a rose bed

But the flowers are not yellow
Nor red, nor blue, nor pink
The petals turn to black
my message written in invisible ink

I once strived to become the image
of the person I thought I was
but then I lost the picture
the action lost it's buzz

I let in a few to the dark world that is I
But they didn't understand it
They couldn't comprehend me
They asked me to submit

I would not
I could not
so I closed off the door
now people see
What they choose to ignore
I've shut off the lights
and taped up the cracks
but the thing known as my heart
is about to collapse