Rose

I sit on my own in my small black room, a single rose laying on my lap. i listen to the music pouring out my stereo and think about the world, outside my small room, filled with evil nasty faces of people out to get me, out to torture me, to make life living hell just for people who are different... as i think i shrink away into the corner and hug my knees close to my chest, losing myself in my world of paranoia and loneliness, in a world full of black roses surrounding me, with piercing thorns, waitin to pierce into my skin, into my heart.