within this last hour, i see myself from eyes not my own

with a heart not my own, nor a mind like my own

like a rose surrounded by its thorns, beautiful yet fragile, 

in need of a protective sheath as long as a mile.

before i had kindness in my eyes, love in my heart, care in my mind.

now i see, feel and hear pain of every kind.

before i found hope and saw the good. 

now i find deception and see all that is misunderstood.

only one year, full of love and happiness and disappointed and tears.

my whole life becoming full of fears,

fears that kindness does not exist, love will never come and care is unheard of.

and yet i find myself, finding myself and falling in love.