•Butterfly's fly away for only you won't stay.
•I'm leaving behind all that I own ,
only to realize I have to pick on my own Bones.
•Struggling to try to fit In ,
Now realizing there is no perfect ten.
•People can be so cruel , no need for me to still be acting like a fool.
•Journeys with miles and miles to go ,
To move to a new state , Texas is mine , let's go!
•Leaving California is hard, but the journey has just begun ,
Time to strap down , the car ride is going to be fun.
•After years of social torture , I hope there will be none, wishing Texas will be a better home a ton.
•The time has arrived , new people , new schools , new houses , new everything ! This might be strange , but it's time for a new change.
•Take a deep breathe 4, 3, 2, 1..
Walk through those doors , and the learning has begun.
•Hearing these words rushing through my head,"why is she so different ?." "Where is she from?"
•Living a new lie has me obsessed , such as I was a rich princess.
•These dark thoughts pop in my head, driving me crazy , I must not be who I'm not , and stop acting as I was Newley taught.
•This rich school , I would not fit in, so many secrets , and secrets would pile not so thin.
•People knew not what they saught,that I didn't grow up with such privileges as them. This is what I get to try to fit in.
•See when I was a young kid , I was separated from a non-existing home , as the foster kid system seeps in. My mom might not be there all the way in her head , but this is what was said .
•At least I grew dear in heart , with long learned life lessons , with dreams and church blessins.
•As the year grew longer hours, I grew huge steam towers.
•I got tired of living a lie ,
With weird times passing by.
•Over night I grew into a school sensation , as I transformed from a preppy lie into a dark devilish tie.
•No one understood that this was who I really am, a "poser," with a "sneaky plan?" As they say.
•I was always a tom boy, out of big social groups , come call in all the troops.
•Why is Texas so mean?
I thought I escaped to a new seem.
•Death threats by the dozen,
I couldn't handle even talking to a cousin.
•I grew silent with deep dark secrets to only revel and cutter , forever labeled as so.
•Nobody could understand , that how mean they were could resort into a plan.
•After so many lies and rumors , and bleeding arms , I finally spoke out .
•These last 3 years of highschool , was not to cool , I went to mental hospitals and being brainwashed with doctor tools.
•Every day they try to rewire my brain , with pills and capsules .
Sometimes I feel as if I was stuck in a dark, dark castle.
•In the shadows forgotten and put away. I escaped some depression by moving again today.
•One more time ,new start at a different school, but now I am prepared with some new tools.
•Be who you are , and your true identity will shine through. While everyone is trying out how to fix their brew.
•I still have to go through hours of therapy and taking baby steps, while talking to strangers as long as everyone knows I'm not in any Dangers.
• It's really annoying that I have to be followed around as they drag me across town.
•Medication is getting worse, and numbers just keep passing to alert.
•Crying out allowed will get me two more years , no time for tears.
•Awaiting to graduate this year , time to face my deepest darkest fear.
Alone I shall be as I once wanted , but at least I still have someone to call my own , reminding me of home.
•Halloween is coming shortly I start to praise the sun, now it's time to run,
I'm so excited , my favorite time of year , where all my lines become to tear.
• At last I can hide my shame , sitting right here in my own domain,
No need to hide behind this mask for this night has came at last.
•When passing time comes to pass , time to reset this cast.
•Broken down , tears mending , at least with my love I am happy.
•He gets me through the tough times , and sits through these rhymes .
•He reads over these broken bones , and heals them with just simply one tone.
Oh I love my baby boy .
•Cant wait for this year to pass, for when I become 18 at last!
So excited I can finally tear these tubes apart, an say no for I am my own work of art.
•With voices so gently sitting , time for me to start my own bidding.
•As I know not of what the future holds everything will soon begin to unfold.
•Butterfly's fly away for only you learn to stay.✨
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The Butterfly's
PoesíaReal story. More like poetry of the struggles of my silly little mind trying to be perfect , when it doesn't exist , I struggle with Manic Depression , and try to learn new life lessons along the way.