Silver Butterfly
You hear woman verbalize, beauty hurts
But, do they really understand the true depths of the old saying?
Chances are they have never actually had to pay for the knottily of society
For others their clear, fair skin gets covered in bruises until it is no longer noticeable
Their breath taking eyes surrounded by darkened skin
Their charming personalities drowned out by their pleas and screams
Until they are unable to see their beauty, blocking out those who do take a notice.
Just like a butterfly, who cannot intake its own beauty, though leaves others to stare
But some do take hold of their wings
They are silver and sharp to the touch
They can slice quickly threw more than just the air
And when they use their wings for their true purpose more colors are drawn to make more art of such beauty
The once silver wings begin to be filled with sprinkles of red
Now the butterfly, that lives few days, teaches us to live life fully
But why live a full life that's not worth fulfilling?
For like the butterflies, who long forgotten their beauty, I can use my wings to fly
So from the harshness of society, I will become free
I will become my silver butterfly
