Liar

I don't get why people like to inflate

Things that should lay flat

Why they grab a butterfly out of the wind

And tell people that it scarred them

When they crushed it in their fingers in zest

They blame the fallen

With words that can not be undone

They take the bright

And infuse them with the darkness

They carry in their own heart

This is obviously personal

This is obviously scars in my own heart

I hope you don't get angry

That I am forcing you to listen