A Red Rose

A red rose always hides,
Never shows the pain,
It feels deep inside.

A red rose always hides,
Never expresses its struggle,
Even when it seeks to stride.

A red rose always hides,
If it can't handle the hurt,
It never shows its destroyed pride.

A red rose always hides,
Until,as it dies and slowly wilts,
Now revealing all its hidden cries.