The Diary of the Butterfly

Stranger

Stranger

I've been a stranger to myself for years,

I don't know anything about myself,

I don't know what I like to eat,

Or where I like to sleep,

I don't know if I prefer when it rains or when the sun lights up the seas.

I don't know if I prefer flowers or trees.

I don't know how to love me

And I don't know how to bring me peace.

Life is short I can see that,

I don't know whether I want to live or just be here until my time comes

I wish I knew me though,

I wish I wasn't a stranger in my own home,

I want to learn me,

I want to be free,

I want to climb trees,

And feel the breeze,

I want to know who I am,

And I want to be me.

TionaH🦋