Abandonment

Blue skies and butterflies all die
And turn gray.
They turn away.
Her mouth is sewn shut
Theres nothing she can say.

No opinions to raid her thoughts.
No thoughts are private.
There are only battles fought.
Between originality
and everything everyone wants her to be.

She cannot see.
She's is blinded
By what this morbid rhyme did.
The sky refused to tell.
The clouds could not speak.
There was no way to yell.

They dared not relive
The day the poor girl fell.
Body and soul alike
had a terrible fight.
The soul won and took flight.

It felt so right,
After such a plight.
No turning away,
No second thoughts
About the battles fought,

No looking back,
And no emotional attack.

Then the spirit stopped.
There were strings attached.
The clouds stood witness.

The butterflies turned the other cheek.
The sky was no longer in reach.
The sky was there to teach.
It promised no freedom.
It promised no pride.

It was only  there when she cried.
It only moved farther when she tried to run
It was only there to shoot her with imaginary guns.


And that day, under the bright orange sun
the body of a paper doll won.