Roses and poison

Unopened, frozen, hoping for a token to life but still broken

She doesn’t always know what she wants but this is not what she had chosen

Wounds still open

Consuming poison in slow motion

When they try to play with her emotions, she opposes

Can’t mess with her mind, if in her mind there’s already an explosion

Full of emotions, while she tries to stay focused

No one listened to her when she was outspoken, now she remains unspoken

They don’t understand, but they messed up her whole motion

Unopened, frozen, hoping for a token to life but still broken

Hoping, the doors to negativity closing, her mind opens

She starts to enjoy the moment

Staying away from everyone that’s posing

One day they give you roses, the next they’re feeding you poison

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