bottled up thoughts in maroon and yellow

Imagine being trapped in a cage. A red, enchanting rose, full of prickly sharp thorns in the center of the cage. The door of the cage is wide open. You want to get out except that you cant. The stem of the seemingly deadly rose is long and alive. It curls itself all around the poles that form the cage blocking your way out. You are unsure of whether you want to leave the cage or not. The beauty of the rose gives you no reason to leave the cage, until suddenly petal by petal its petals begin to fall. Its once seductive red glow starts to fade away. The stem of that rose gets harder and harder. It texture rougher and rougher. And its thrashing about starts to seem deadlier and deadlier. Suddenly you no longer feel enchanted by the once beautiful red rose. All you can see are dull red petals clinging on to the stem. The sharp thorns start to cut your face, your arms, your legs and your feet. The open wounds let blood trickle slowly down your face to your shirt and then roll down your legs. Imminent scars threaten to form all over yourself. You are scared, you want to cry. Can anybody see that troubled soul in my mind? You want to get out but the task ahead is not a piece of cake. The stems start to get merciless but the desires of your heart continue to get stronger. One day you will break free.