Frail, beautiful butterfly,
Kept inside a net
Carnivorous and short-lived,
Crushed within a palm,
Like a bruised flower petal,
Longing to belong,
Growing inside a season
Trying to stay strong
I am back on watch,
Kept inside a bubble
A bracelet falling off and lost,
Broken, without a latch,
And trampled for my trouble,
I am back on watch,
Dangerous, carnivorous,
Poisonous as plant, grotesque as butterfly
I am strong, vibrant, eclectic, a warning
I think this is why, it's why, and why.
I am carefully guarded, and as easily
Discarded
Though I try, I try, and try
For butterflies only have a season,
As plants flourish and die inside a season,
So this is the reason