She is a walking red flag. She hurts and hurts, bringing pain to people she loves the most.

She doesn't mean to but what can she do, she is the red flag.

The ray of sunshine in her is now dimming day by day. She bathes in those rays to stay alive not knowing that the sun is dying. She takes and takes until nothing is left. She tries to give love but only manages pain.

She knows she is the red flag but she dresses in white. Peace is what she wants but chaos resides inside.

She surrounds herself with love so she can do the same but the love she gives is in vain.

Wearing white doesn't help get rid of red so she tries painting herself. But what can paint do when it rains and washes away the stains.

Because she is the red flag, she wants to change. But how can a flag change unless someone else holds the rein and dyes the red flag, little by little, with pain.

'Cuz the red flag needs helps and thus she seeks, someone to hold her down when she weeps.

A sailor maybe, who knows the winds. So they can help give her wings.

To go against the currents and fight her way back to the roots. Where it all began and accept her truth.