They say it all gets better,
when you grow,
from child to adult,
from seed to flower,
when you go from caterpillar to butterfly.
so I fight my way out of the cocoon,
beads of sweat and tears roll down my face.
until I'm free and spread my wings,
but something’s wrong,
one wing is gone,
the other lies limp,
looking almost dead.
There is blood dripping down the side,
of my thin translucent wing.
I flap my wing but can not fly,
because I'm a broken butterfly.
I wasn't ready to be pushed,
into this new world of adulthood.
I'm much to small,
and much to scared,
to be this free,
way up in the air.
I spread my wing,
and try to jump,
but I fall and crash.
I wasn't ready,
it wasn't time,
and now I can not fly,
because I am a broken butterfly.