‘A Rose By Any Other Name Still Has Thorns'

Emotional stagnation…
Social devaluation…
Feathered and tarred
Vague notions of salvation…
Vain hope of adaptation…
Oh, it's so hard!

Hormonal aggravation…
Faux-emancipation…
Well, if I'm supposed to be escaping, I haven't got very far!

My eyes were open when I entered
And I only expected the
Hardest fall
Yes, some ties are either blown or severed
While some transpire to grow and weather
But, overall…

If I'm a hopeless victim to the letter
I have to say, that's so much better
Than not knowing what the hell I'm living for!

Don't laugh
Don't even smile
My known past
Is on the fire
But a rose by any other name will survive
Don't cry
Don't ever mourn
‘Cause though I
Am crushed and torn
A rose by any other name still has thorns

It was anything but a shift of mind
It's forever eating away inside
…Or not at all
I don't expect, once identified
Or detected in my listless eyes
My inner war

Sometimes, I've felt as if I could fly
And others, I've felt sick and I've cried -
But if I'd never tried, I'd have left this life for sure…

…Still has thorns

If I'm bloodied and defeated
I remain upright, alive, breathing
And I'd ultimately repeat it all
And, if I'm irreversibly tarnished,
When precisely was I on first name terms with chances?!
…To clarify my killing dearth of answers or remorse…

…Still has thorns.