I use to cry all the time

There was never a day without the pain.

Most of my days were spent the same

Youtube and video games.

Even when I went to school

I would play the role of a blind fool.

I played the part well and did as I was told,

I would work to help my mom,

But in the end I always became lost.

I cry and beg attention and love from my cat.

Poor thing, he didn't understand what I wanted.

I started to see myself as a failure and compared myself to many.

I saw others as beautiful or successful butterflies,

And I was a pitiful moth.

For a long while I believed this

I succumbed to my depression and anxiety.

My parents knew my life in the city was consuming me,

So they decided to set me free.

To restart my life and began anew.

I moved from the big city of LA 

To the small town of Durant.

I was registered into school and for the first time:

I was on my own with myself and my cat.

I was able to visit my fahter and step mother in Thackerville,

But for the majority: I was alone.

At first I becmae scared and afraid, 

I didn't know what to do with my time and I cried my first day.

My cat would come and comfort me and I would smile.

I would eat lunch with him and play awhile.

However as the days would go by: 

I started to see so many butterflies.

When I saw one I was usually happy

The red, blue, yellow and even the simple white 

Would fly by and say hi.

I felt at peace when I saw them.

I started to take one day at a time.

I finally felt that I could do things on my own without my mom over my shoulder.

I decorated my room, I managed my meals, and I even found love again.

It's true that my depression and other mental barriers cause problems for me,

However I have coping methods and support from my family tree.

Discovering my own independence has led me to believe

That for a little small moth from Cali

I can find the light in all the world's darkness,

And can fly along with all the butterflies.