My family used to be iconic,
a perfect lady as my mother
and a hardworking business man as my father
our house on the top of the hill
was ideal for the thorns that grew inside .

I was playing my own part by being a lovely child,
trying to hide the scars.

But the scars were too painful
and blood kept dripping through my costume.
though the audience didn't mind me bleeding,
the audience didn't mind the thorns,
the audience only cared about the show.

So here I lay
under the hill
dreaming about thorns turning to roses.