She let people stab her in the back
Like stepping on a bug, they never know it’s coming
Like hunting a deer they don’t know it’s coming
She let them, she wanted it

She was called a one trick pony
She wanted the pain
She wanted to be let down
She let them, she wanted it

But that’s not her story
But nobody knew
Nobody,

people liked to judge her
Tell her what she feels.
She wanted to break the wall stopping
Her from speaking
Her words told something
Like the words to songs, poems, stories
They were stopped like water to a dam

She never spoke

She was called names
Rude, quite, stupid,dumb, fat, ugly
Eventually she felt
Rude quite, stupid and dumb, fat,and ugly

She never stood up
She believed that she meant nothing
She was broken
Lost,
Dead

People made her world feel  broken

People made her feel sick

People make her feel gone

She was in pain
She cut herself
She starved herself
She was trying to be everything she wasn’t

She was told to be a happy butterfly
But she was stuck in her cocoon
Locked away
She didn’t have a key,
She didn’t have a code
To be the happy butterfly
that everyone told her to be

She didn’t want the pain or the scars,
The guilt, the agony, the hatred
She was told to be the happy butterfly
That she never believed she could be.