Perspective Shift

I pick the petals off a rose, asking the questions that rattle my sanity.
Is it but a mere thorn, or the path led toward a love lost tragedy.
Can I even trust my own thoughts, or will it make me but another war torn casualty.
Hiding in a state of admiration, like a psychological vanity.

Does it blind me from the demons that are standing in front of me?
Are my reflections just opposing decisions, pointing and making fun of me?
My own thoughts leave me trapped in a state of eternal torture and pain, is this me?

Or am I really trapped in a state of denial?
Doing everything to keep myself from emotional revival.

But no, that couldn’t be -
…Well, there is that possibility.

But why is it that these questions do so much damage to me.
Is it because I hold them in, knowing that the answers I don’t want to see.
Or is it because I already know the answers.
And I’m refusing to believe that once again, the victim is me.

Well no, that couldn’t be -
…But, there is that possibility…