People are scary, that’s what I know,
They are like animals without leashes
With sharp teeth and lots of diseases
Like Envy and anger, greed and mistrust,
They stab you in the back and leave you to rust.

Go talk to them! They seem nice!
Yeah, sure, as if I believe that foolish piece of advice.
I know how humans are, I know what they can do,
Cause at the end of the day, I am still a stupid human too
And what can I do, when I have the diseases that you do.

I try to change something, but all still the same.
My heart freezes or it feels like its hopping away.
I’ll carve myself to pieces, It will be quite easy to chew,
Not too complicated, bit dull, but that will have to do.
Cause we are all just humans trying to make do.

Once upon a time, there lived a butterfly.
Big blue wings, like the poetic sky,
With colors beyond any sight.
The butterfly was truly very smart,
He had good grades in butterfly school,
Top degrees and medals for excellent wing moves.
Though when he came out, out of his comfy cocoon,
He found out his medals don’t really help him get through.
Showing his skills, in biology tests,
He now knew, how this will end.
Limited time, so much to see, the pressure was quite unreal.
He tried to see it all, the wonderful sights,
Till it started to rain on the little guy.
So wet, so tired and so ******* stressed.
The butterfly did give his best.
And there he waited, for the rain to stop,
Till it all just went completely dark.
And so the butterfly, never really saw,
The beauties and sights, he read about without stop.
He wasted his time, for better weather,
And now he is just another wet petal.