Dead rose in a perfect garden

Dead rose in a perfect garden

Perfect car
Perfect life
Perfect partner
And I chose to be Odd
Is this a curse of some sort?
Why am I a dead rose in a perfect garden
Everyone is chasing their dreams
While I continue to dream on...
Living is an ugly place to be
If you choose the shadow life
Well I guess I chose it after all,
Once I used to feel pain
Now it's like I've detached with reality
Dear life please send my greatings to happiness .
I am a dead rose in a perfect garden
Love...is an alien to me but I look up at the night sky hoping that one day it will visit
Everyone around me walks around in white sheets hiding the dirt that creeps on their skins as they chase perfection.
Like the work of an artist who paints I'm the work that not everyone gets to understand
The diversity of the color change I experience is like the thousand chapters Life has written for me
Well I hope this is the beginning of the best chapter of the book called "My life"
So like a dead rose I let go of my pedals hoping to once again bloom to be beautiful.