Butterfly
I am the butterflyMy wings crushed
By life
Slamming into the windows
Of false opportunities
I carried my spirit on those wings
That man killed my spirit
He broke me, they say
She raised me to be broken
Told me how to be strong,
Then raised me to be weak
As I lay there
With my crumpled wings
I carry them to places
I can never go
"Fly, Fly, My little butterfly!" They laugh
As they step on my wings
"You can go, whenever you want
But you can never leave me!
I am in your mind
In your soul
You feel
What I want you to feel
You think
What I want you to think!"
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