When you want to sing but the words are to heavy
When you want to speak but words get stuck in your throat
Then your world doesn't look wonderful, its shabby
When you look up into the sky watching butterflies
When you hear birds sing, thinking life must be wonderful
But you know it's not like that, it feels like something dies
All these things combined in your heart
Nothing to fear but it is way to dark
All these scars burned into your soul
Forming a single large mark
I wrote this in school. There was a poetry slam presentation. Each of us got three words and we had to write a poem. Mine were sing, birds and butterfly.