Butterflies and Rainbows

They seem like such

Happy things, but really

They are hiding.

Hiding from the world,

Hiding from themselves.

They hide because

They are supposed to.

They are supposed to be

The ones you think of

When you have nightmares,

They are supposed to be

The ones that cheer you

Up when you are down.

But what if they don't?

Then the whole world

Knows their secret, knows

That they are not what they

Seem to be. That, my friend,

Will be when the world ends.