FIRE & BUTTERFLIES
This rage is killing me inside like a knife tearing through my flesh,
My blood boils whenever I see anyone of you, and I’m scared of myself,
I can change from the girl whose insecurities are as vast and deep as the ocean,
To the girl who’d give anything to get her away,
But I won’t hate, as much I want to (autant que je te veux),
I am not going to hell because of you.
So I was brought up rough, it’s why I don’t trust anyone,
Everyone, everyone I know, has failed me, so I turn to prayer,
I’m not a girl of virtue, but I’m innocent even though my hatred is a sea,
I’m a girl of many characters, my indecision suicidal,
It’s scary, and dark so I’m grateful when I see the sun rise,
Days when I fail myself can be overcome by the azure sky,
My eyes, burning bright orange; flames lick the metal surface, I am still.
I say, “Even a butterfly sometimes wants to be back in a cocoon.”