Isolationism

When at me you glance
you see beauty by chance
but what's underneath
is but heartache and grief
and so by that look
you judged the cover of my book
and thought to be healed
what was shattered and peeled
and from the outside
you see beauty and pride
when what's from within
is darkened and dim
no shining flower
but one darkest hour
that lasts through your smile
and drags on by the mile
when everything seems
as if honey and dreams
but on the inside
the honey has dried
and the dream fades away
with each passing day
but you'll never know
for it will not show
and you will not look deeper
into this castle keeper
for I have grown numb
in this flower I've become.