Butterfly

The butterfly flutters
It's delicate wings
She will always be amazed
By its subtle beauty

She admires it as well
For it's ability to fly
Anywhere it pleases
And just the fact that it's free

How she yearns for that gift
to just fly away
Away from the pain
the anguish, the loneliness

Away from the fighting and screaming
Away from the unhappiness of it all
To be free like a butterfly.
Such lovely fucking thought.

But not one she holds much store in
For how could she escape?
She is just one girl
Trapped in a prison of her misery.

But butterflies are different.
They represent serenity
And the peace of mind
She so despretely seeks.