I walk along the ground with the peple from the bottom.
Their eyes reflect off of my hard exterior.
I try to disguise myself in a world that I do not belong.

As time passes these walls confine my desires, my hopes, my dreams.
I am left in a room of fear and insecurity as I know not what the future holds.
I can feel things changing and I don't know why
But I am at peace, I know I will survive.

I am awakened before I know it with strange sights and sounds. Emotions and colors invade my space from every direction.
I am confused, alone.

I am beautiful and I am strong. I am resilliant in a place that is wrong. I have desires that fuel my fluttering wings...I see so many beautiful things.
Life is what I make it.

Butterflies In My Belly Forever

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