A rose, loved despite its thorns.
The devil, despised for his horns.
The power of imagery,
Have drowned many a beautiful soul in abject misery.
Illusions and shine.
Do you have the strength
To show your real self
To a world that would judge
Every breath you inhale?
Bend or break is the new law of nature.
Bend, and create a new vision of yourself
Disjointed from reality.
Appealing, appeasing, misleading the masses.
Give the tenacity
Of that devil within you
So that the rose that you are
Can finally be in bloom.
Beauty and pain, in equal measure.
Isn’t that the truest reality of life?