FAQs

I decided to come out

Of the dark shell you left me in,

And I saw everywhere

Flowers blooming, in every hue;

It made me smile, it made me cry,

For when I looked back—

My garden was on fire,

So was my house;

I burned my hands trying to save

The lilies and the daffodils,

But they probably wanted to die.

The world kept asking me—

How, when and why?

As if I had the answers,

So I hope you don't mind when I lie.