Butterfly

It soars high,
It’s beauty lighting up the sky.
But it’s a lie.
For the beautiful wings on show,
Hide the creatures own foe.
Inside thy wings,
They shall not bear kings.
Instead, the more treacherous things.
Their claws,
Their flaws,
Their sadness as well as it’s cause.
Their life upon laws,
Even minuscule faux pas.
For they may smile,
But that does not mean
Their heart has in a while.
Their frowns remain unseen,
as acting is keen.
As though It’s a queen,
When it’s really just a girl who doesn’t want to be that unhappy teen.