Behind the red rose
Behind the red rose, a facade so bright
A smiling face, a heart in night
Appearance and reality, a contrasting sight
Pain and joy, a delicate fight

Fear of being discovered, a weight I bear
A secret guilt, a burden I share
Blaming myself for a tragedy beyond control
A ghost of grief that haunts my soul

In darkness, I pushed love away
Feared my shadow, couldn't stay
Rushed decisions, a hurting heart
Self-blame and shame, a heavy start

But now I see, with gentle eyes
A hurting soul, a survivor's guise
Embracing pain, a chance to heal
Compassion's balm, a heart that feels