Brutal Butterflies
Maybe one day
my battered butterflies will leave me
And fly away
But for now, I sit here
Wallowing in my eternal misery
Of which is a mystery
Butterflies inside of me flying around
Disturbing everything
Lonely yet afraid of interactions
As the butterflies will control my every action
And thought
One cannot express my purgatory state
As I regard everyone with much dread
I count you as a lucky one
Privileged not to know my suffering
My struggle is not external
But inside of me
Breaking to pieces
Until I’m shattered
No longer with this world
And it’s everlasting agony
Nobody knows the excruciating torment
I survive every single moment
I walk this oppressed planet
Alone, yet I don’t want to be
Help me, help me
Before I’m truly gone
It’s going to happen soon
You don’t know
The brutal butterflies are powerful creatures
I have one request
Please don’t leave me
To be persecuted alone
About the Author:
Sarah Demeter is a writer and student in the Creative Writing Conservatory at the Orange County School of the Arts. A lover of poetry, Sarah recently participated in the prestigious slam poetry competition, OC Ryse. In her free time, Sarah enjoys playing and snuggling with her two adorable Shih –Tzus.