The Butterfly
The Butterfly
Realisation hits me
We have reached the final day
The struggles finally over
As you turn and walk away
So much of me was given
As to hold you was my goal
But all my efforts were in vain
As you trampled on my soul
You slowly changed my persona
To what you wanted me to be
But I become your creation
Not a person who was free
Although facing your contempt
Oh, so slowly I started to change
Needing to undo changes so
I could become myself again
How tragic you had to control me
To create a woman that you had grown
Until the person I was had changed so much
Into someone I had never known
The realisations now so apparent
You have never loved the real me
You wanted the person you had moulded
Irregardless that I ceased to be
Like a butterfly emerging from the catalyst
I live my truth now as I face each day
So sad, but oh so necessary
Though you turn and walk away
© Trizia 2007
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