In my world
Through my very own eyes
In my mind
Through my very own heart
Do not show me my flaws
They tell of my imperfections
Do not show me which path is right or wrong
I cannot abide by them.
I am not perfect
I don’t want your perfect life.
Flaws and strengths
It makes me human
Flesh and blood
Sweat and tears.
I am broken and everyday a part of me dies.
Everyday I break down a little when all you see are my weaknesses.
A shadow I become
A sound barely gasping for breath
I am a butterfly
Maybe a crawling caterpillar today
Destroying leaves and gardens
You come after me with your cutlass
Aiming to cut me in two
I can be a butterfly.
I can be better
I can be more than all that destruction you see.
Can you believe in that part of me you are yet to see?