Butterfly
She was curious and shy. A not so good combination, asking “why” in your head so much but on the outside you’re quieter than a mouse running through a cat's domain. It’s wanting to be that social butterfly but having a million knives held to your back telling you to shut up because no one cares. That’s been my life for that past 19 years it seems and nothing’s changed.. perhaps has gotten worse. My fears and not so apparent self-worth have taken over my body, some days are better than others of course like I’m a finished butterfly about to blossom but only to be brought back in as a caterpillar not quite done yet. One day I hope to be a butterfly.
