My inner monologue says
Don't let them see you show
Defeat
Remorse
Regret
Sadness
Uncertainty.
You are a queen.

I trust you see it the same way.

there were butterflies
dripping on the floor
it was the finest piece of art
shielding the poor broken mind
that was hiding behind it,

oh she couldn't help it
as the butterflies flew
away, away from her body
and there was nothing other to blame
than her tar black soul.