Bred In Captivity

The light is burning and the smell in the air is unnatural
I feel suffocated beneath this plastic branch they put me on
My old skin grasping tight this waxy surface
It takes me several weeks to emerge and I'm scared to know where I am
I am not natural anymore, I feel fake upon this new skin
Supposed to be free, I fly upward with my wings
Only to be rejected flight by the caging I am surrounded by
I still cannot breathe well and I can barely move
My environment surrounded of those that came before me
and those waiting to realize their unescapable fate
We are bred in captivity, and the cycle continues
Humans playing God
Butterflies created by the hands of man
to be sold to collectors of the scientifically morbid.