Butterfly’s Children

You patronize my suffering

I resent your clever scrutiny

You’re a master intimidator

I’m a virtuoso of misery

Your doubt is a punishment

My desperation is your prize

You belittle my brutal illness

I envy your joyful lie

You and I  Me and You  Born Together

Both loved equally from the start

Becoming the outcast, empty, abandoned

You the favorite, loved, and embraced

Years gone by it still rages on

It’s time for sorrows to be lifted

And fear turned to forgiveness

So we can find our beautiful butterfly

Laughing, talking, her children again

About darie73

I have lived with Bipolar Disorder since my early teens. I have lived with Social Anxiety Disorder for even longer. I self-medicated with alcohol for over 20 years, that's how long it took to get a diagnosis. I'm open and honest about my mental health so hopefully one day the system will change. View all posts by darie73

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