She use to be quiet and reserved
Lost to herself , Her mind unnerved
Things once she teasured
Now they seem unmeasured
A new page of live has turned
The mistakes of her past bridges had burned
Now through her social disgraces
Smilng through These new faces
A mask she uses to hide her sorrow
To be removed some distant marrow
Mistakes replaced in her new life
Similar to those in common strife
A butterfly hidden in her Rose
If she ever was happy the memory froze
Time passes and she is still not here
We all make mistakes yet we still fear
Things are not what they seem
Its time for her to follow her dream
She can lift herself high
She is her own Butterfly
As her rose opens and she shows herself
Long overdued the truth comes off the shelf
Strong and true A clear path chosen
Only she knows her Devotion
Heart mind and soul given to the air
Her flight to Find this is Fair
Amazed the mask come off now to Begin
She starts her life true to herself again
This butterfly takes flight
Now unafriad of Plight













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"If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?"
~Alice
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