Roses are red,

Violets are blue...

Oh, what to do...

They promised joy,

They promised light.

Furthermore, they urged me to embrace

A change, so bold, so right.

Where am I bound?

I'm lost, I fear.

They must have whispered plans,

But the words disappear.

A retreat, they said,

To find my true self.

But who I am, I cherish!

Do they hear me, myself?

Can't I protest this...