Emaciated

Expectations flutter around us like butterflies in a perennial filled garden, one that we’re not sure if they’re right or wrong for being there. We attract to what people tell us to be and do, just like how butterflies are drawn towards perennials, instead of other flowers or plants. I’m the single butterfly you see, the one that’s out of place and unexpected. The one who doesn’t attract to perennials, but I am the one that is attracted to poison. The pesticides that lay in your garden to make people like me go away, and when I get there to show you there could be something else to offer besides perennials I get slapped away from the surrounding flowers that I “should” be attracted to.

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