• Pain is like the thorny rose
    That I hold in my hand.
    They all think they see it,
    But they don't understand.

    It sometimes comes like a surprise,
    Like a stab in the back.
    It's the feeling that you get
    When your heart has turned black.

    It can be emotional,
    Sometimes physical, too;
    I hate them both, and they hate me.
    Pain is my hatred true.

    Can they understand it?
    Can family, friends, or me?
    Sometimes I wish they could (they can't),
    Sometimes I wish they'd see.

    We all hide pain behind masks,
    Our faces smiling bright,
    But it's inside that we're aware
    Sometimes it's not all right.

    I looked pain in the face today,
    And what I saw was frightening.
    It hurt so much, but it was quick,
    Like a sharp bolt of lightning.

    For in the mirror, I realized,
    As far as I could see:
    That pain I hated, feared the most,
    That pain I saw was me.