Wings opened and fluttering
Awakened by the early summer sun
Alive and set for the world

Finding the courage to fly
Venturing bravely into the garden
Like a field filled with students

Confused by many colours
Some being real some being fake
Like they are many faces

Fluttering helplessly trapped
The cries for help silenced by the strong glass walls
Now trapped in a jar for a mind

Wings broken beyond repair
Torn by thorns of steal protection roses
Ripped by angry winds of words

Painful, harmful flames of hate
A butterfly is worthless with torn wings
Grounded by its own loathing