Beautiful Little Liar

I spy with my little eye 

a beautiful little butterfly. 

It flies up high into the night, 

fearless and without a fright. 

I cry out a plea

despite knowing I will never flee. 

I am burdened by a societal crown, 

one I can never take off or put down. 

I really do want to escape 

but all I can care about is my shape. 

I thought it was a beautiful butterfly, 

but it turns out all that me ED promised was a lie.