You ripped off the wings of a butterfly
and placed them on yourself,
swearing they’d help you get yourself off the ground.
But those butterfly wings never carried you far,
they never carried you far enough to happiness
Because in the end,
you only went back,
with feet dragging in the dirt,
back to rip more wings off butterflies
because you didn’t realise,
that to fly away,
you needed to grow your own wings.