The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

I’m alone in more than one.
I’m alone in the sense that I feel crazy trapped in my feels.
Anytime I open up my mouth, it turns into a battlefield of everything that comes out of my mouth.
I’m alone even though I come from a large and what is supposed to be a caring family.
I feel the only time they care is when they want to point out my mistakes or stick their nose where it doesn’t belong, making me feel incapable of thinking for myself.
I’m alone because no one has bothered to know me with all my flaws and still find it within themselves to say I love you. I understand for anyone to know I have to be transparent with me, but at this point, I’m like, for what, it’s a little too late. There was this one person I thought I could trust because the conversations were so easy flowing that I became so blinded with trust. But, once again, I was proving I can’t and shouldn’t trust even my damn shadow.
I’m alone, and sometimes I wish I was not because the bag of loneliness gets too heavy for me to carry.

Ms. Butterfly Genesis 🇩🇴