Why can\'t I be like the other butterflies?
Mesmerizing and sweet they capture the flowers
When I can\'t even tempt the weeds.
Though my wings are dull and lopsided,
Within me there is fire
Yet the glow is slowing dying as my hope fades away.
Perhaps there will be a time where the flowers with all their boyish charm, save their pollen,
For those butterflies with more than a pretty façade
Who long for the sweet nectar as do I.
This is but a teenage fantasy.
This happiness can not stand the force of nature\'s army-not for long anyway.
But for those blissful moments of complete contempt,
The sun will shine once more.