From a Moth to a Butterfly

Dark deep hole, a hooded girl sat inside of thee
Deep inside the ringing of agitated voices screams up and down the halls as the hole began to stretch
Left, right, not sure on where to turn
Always stuck in between
Never clear on the meaning of what you say
Up, down, and all around, in circles you always go in
Never sure on what is right or wrong
Always trying to do what your heart desires
Wanting to be free like a butterfly in the bright blue sky
Always wishing to become a free little blue butterfly
Floating gracefully and freely
You are the one I want to be

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