Like the crystallized butterfly
on my left shoulder blade,
like the shattered pieces of glass
lying in the pool of blood,
the truth is the only reality,
and the girl standing in the doorframe...
She is me.
Like the blue-haired girl
we are all laughing at,
like the pudgy boy
we are all pointing fingers towards,
beliefs are hard to shake,
and I can’t believe it, but...
They are me.
They are me, and
she is me, and
he is me, and
am I me?
I shudder to think.
It’s like, the paths of your life
glow so lovely and brilliant one moment,
and the next, they’re gone, gone, gone.
Gone like the dying stars in the Milky Way,
flashing so mightily till their energy runs out, gone like
the werewolf’s howl tossed to the hanging cliffs.
I believe in life.
Never about wanting this great change
coming along, sweeping me up, this glamorized
life taking me along its high waves, this circus
of life turning into a Fortune Wheel.
It was about reality, about fate, about free will (or the lack thereof),
it was supposed to make sense...
It was about me.
I was me, and
I never doubted it, and
she hadn’t came, and
became me...
Fear, dread, life.
She is me;
I’m not me;
I miss me.
Hail the butterfly,
hear me cry,
hold the stars,
watch them die.
It was never about me.
I miss me,
I miss those bright eyes and
happy smiles, those
slow saunters and carefree ways.
I’m holding onto a moment that can never be,
freeing it like a bird, day by day.
Author notes
Behind me... there's always been me. I was my greatest inspiration... and maybe I always will be. The art lies in the artist, yeah?
But somehow, somewhere, I lost her. And I think there might be a chance she's not coming back. (This is quite recent, anyhow...)
I believe you can read the rest of it in my poem. 
-char13
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A contest entry
- Take Me Somewhere We Can Be Alone... by ShatterglassSecret.
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Have you ever lost yourself? How are you going to get it (you) back?
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char13
I lost myself when I was 9...Though I am no longer who I used to be, I am a stronger version of me now. I have settled it & found "me". I believe the path to finding yourself is different for each individual, because we all find ourselves in different ways. Mine was turning to Jesus. I know who I am, now, & I will never forget again. But I was as lost as you, once. I had the same fear of "me" never returning.
Great write! I hope you are able to find yourself, dear.
Thanks for sharing & good luck!
~Bright Cheetah
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I can relate, its all about having faith in yourself. 6
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STUNNING
I loved the opening lines the most and ther is some excellent imagery over all in this poem
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"I miss me,
I miss those bright eyes and
happy smiles, those
slow saunters and carefree ways.
I’m holding onto a moment that can never be,
freeing it like a bird, day by day." <<---Oh my gosh you have no idea how much this relates to me. No idea. This write was like my mind spoke to your pen. Exactly how I feel nowadays. And it really sucks!!! I hate it....I'm trying to "find myself" back again, but it's hard...anyway, fantastic write! I added you to the finalists.
Thanks for entering and good luck in the contest!
~Mariah!~
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Very well done, my best wishes.
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"Hail the butterfly,
hear me cry,
hold the stars,
watch them die."
i loved this particular stanza, the most. it's brevity, coupled with the rhyme scheme snagged my attention and touched my heart. take heart, dear poet. i too have lost myself, but i have always come back to me in the end. i know you will too. even without your muse, you write with great feeling. thank you for your entry. -
I absolutely love the progression of emotion in this poem. The layer-by-layer build up of tension is phrased soooo well! And that's a big compliment, because phrasing is really important to me personally.
She is me, Am I me, It was never about me-- This was all just compiled so beautifully. It almost seems similar to some of Sylvia Plath's later works.
Great job on a brilliant piece of work!
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