Pretty is the flower

The walls around her are squeezing shut,
She's trapped as the ceiling comes down.
The floor beneath her starts to glut,
As she slowly begins to drown.

Pretty is the flower,
This girl has grown to be.
Herself, she is never,
Deceiving is her beauty.

How did I come to be here? she asks,
As the water is getting high.
What mistakes have I made in the past?
And why am I here to die?

Pretty is the flower,
This girl has grown to be.
Herself, she is never,
Deceiving is her beauty.

The water has risen to her ankles now,
And soon it will begin to boil.
For her hidden rage beyond compare,
Has turned this water into oil.

Pretty is the flower,
This girl has grown to be.
Herself, she is never,
Deceiving is her beauty.

The world around her has never seen,
The true her she is forced to fake.
She wants to show the "her" she's never been,
Hoping it won't be a mistake.

Pretty is the flower,
This girl has grown to be.
Herself, she is never,
Deceiving is her beauty.

The water is draining now,
This girl has pulled the plug.
She knows just what to do,
So she gives her clothes a tug.

While stripping off the clothes she wears,
She undoes her hair strictly curled.
And now wiping off the makeup she bares,
She stands naked and true before the world.

Pretty is the flower,
This girl seems to be.
Herself, is never there,
Except when beautiful and bare.

Accept me as I am world,
As I and only I.
Pay no attention to my beauty rare,
For about it, I do no care.
The beauty you may seek,
Does not belong to me.
For the beauty I contain,
Can be washed away by rain...