i came to a realisation
and it hit me,
just like that
i know so many people
and so many people know me.
they call me a friend;
the favour is returned
some may call me popular
but in the end
nobody cares
i flutter from group to group
close isn't a word i'd use
and now i understand
why he called me butterfly
you'll end up shattered,
destroyed i can guarantee
just when you think
you've finally got away
my god,
it'll hit you hard
YOU ARE READING
yours sincerely
Poetrythis is my story. to those who hold their heads high through everything; those who smile when they want to scream; those who keep their demons silent - and to those who reach for help. you are not invisible. it's okay to feel weak sometimes. it g...
