Little Butterfly

What if what you call "low self-esteem" is really just seeing myself, like everyone else sees me?

Hey there little butterfly

Why don’t you clip your wings?

Pretty little butterfly,

Can you bear the pain it brings?

You, too, were once a larva

Hiding ‘neath your mother’s wings

Yet now as a butterfly

You let them pull your strings.

 

Oh my, little butterfly,

It seems you clipped your wings

Is that you, little butterfly?

You’re wearing grown-up things

You clamor on “tomorrow”

“Tomorrow still”, she sings

Yet you still wear children’s fingers

Just a fashioned into rings.

 

Hey there, little butterfly,

I can see where it still stings,

My, my, little butterfly,

Why did you clip your wings?