Betrayal

I have been made to hurt
For day long and night
I can only get cuts
From the protectors of my peace
And creditors of my award
What I get
Are only scars
So beautifully carved
Which can only be seen by me
If anyone else witnesses
The punishes portray it as their art
And then everyone applause
Prays for them with roses
And I on the sidewalk
Have to bear the thorns of those roses
Red and dark
Too unusual to be used in wars
And my blood accompanying the red rose
Gives it darkness
So that it can be my closest
Don't blame me for my draught
I did what I thought was right build a plot
Didn't know what I did which set this slot
Where I am slaughtered
With the same things once I had brought
To make things soothing
Pretty and classy
To make them feel comfortable
Peaceful and happy
But still I stand here
Miserable and weepy
With darkness of world being surrounded over me
With chains all around bounded over me
And I shameless meek creature
Still think they would help who mounted over me.