I'm a white butterfly looking for the sun
But deep down I'm trapped in a cage,
All alone in the dark.
Everyone has high expectations of me
And I'm afraid of heights.
I'm scared to fall, so I try not to look
'Cause in the end I'm just a crook.
And maybe I'm ungrateful
If I give love and then pretend to have it back
If I ghost all of my friends
And never call them again.
Maybe I'm unfaithful
If I look at myself and not at my dear lover
If I don't want him to lean over my shoulder.
Maybe it's painful
To read over and over past chapters of my life
To try and find different meanings between the lines.
Maybe it's painful to love me
'Cause I'm a white butterfly, looking for the sun
But deep down I know
That maybe I don't deserve it
Maybe I will never be enough
Maybe I will never make it
'Cause deep down I'm ungrateful.
YOU ARE READING
MY SIDE OF THE STORY
PoetryDuring the past few years I found out that people I used to be friends with would talk about me behind the scenes, creating their own scripts and scenarios & making me the villain in their own story. Not only that, the general public, along with soc...
