My self I see

You want me to give up my sun, my moon

my rhinestones that make me swoon…

You want me to turn pathetic and wry

while I wish to stay a butterfly.

I fled and fought the twinge, the tear

I cried wracking sobs, cringed from the fear

but no more cobwebs, no closets, that’s it

no more promises that sit rancid.

Careless, composed, calm , contained

A film of white o’er the deranged.

Is it a must, a doctrine, a rule, dear heart

that you must please all from self apart?

What I do see, I must believe

What I do seek, I will achieve,

There may be walls or mountains tall

With hope riding high, I will climb them all.