One rose equals one life

If everyone is a rose,

Why do I feel the need to hide

My face from the world?

I feel that I don’t belong

What did I do wrong?

In my eyes,

Nothing,

To the world,

Everything,

But why?

Every time I hide,

I die inside.

Knowing that there’s no place for me.

Being loved and loving are two different things.

Like saying and doing.

I could never understand why I’m stepped on or over,

So people could see other people and I’m standing right there.

One rose equals one life.

If everyone is a rose,

When I feel like I don’t belong,

When I feel I did something wrong,

When I feel no one says I’m loved but family,

When I feel invisible but I’m there,

One rose equals one life.

Everyone is a rose.

But I’m slowly dying.

When I hide I don’t even have to try.

When I open up, I cry

One rose,

One life.

All but me.

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