I speak from my heart as well wearing it.

My sleeves too short, my guards not so high,

this heart of mine can't hide.

The world looks differen't through the eyes of a butterfly.

My mistakes were dark, I was stuck in a cocoon of lies.

Deprived of the day, suffocated from night,

I was waiting forever to fly.

It took years to realize, I made my fate;

it's too easy to blame, to project such hate.

Not til I was lost with no friends near-

did I then know I chose this path here.

With a heart so abandoned and a heart so hurt,

It is hard to expose who you really are.

A coward runs from their truth, I ran so far.

You cannot fly without courage,

-The courage that starves your ego.

It's hard to change when you get so comfy,

the dark doesnt seem so bad, who really needs company?

You see, negative thinking can be a gift,

if you direct it proprerly to transmute it.

Hell is not forever, if you stay true.

Hell does not just happen without help from you.

Just be sure to ask when the pain is near-

Was it really me? Am I why I'm here?