Dying Rose

 
I’ve never come to understand your rage 
It seems to me you’re trapped in a cage 
We all suffered the penalties under the same roof 
bear our own scars that shows the proof
  
Some scars heal over time
Yours remain in its original prime
Angry and cold, you shut the world out 
Every time you speak, you only shout 
You build a wall and shut yourself in 
Reasoning with you, no one can win.
Nobody can win
  
people build walls as a form of defense 
twenty-four hours in strict offense
If anyone dares come close to you 
You bite their head off; this is true 
That's the truth

The scars could have made you softer and kinder
Compassion and empathy could be your reminder 
you choose daily, so redundantly
chaotic conflicts and horrid scenes
  
Let go of the past and be set free
Fly as high as a bumble bee
Add some honey to your lemon days
self-control in all your ways 
The world has never understood 
you’ve been misunderstood
unhealed scars that you never let close 
Is what makes you a dying rose