Alone

Clumsy little moth
Fluttering       sporadically                      in the dim moonlight
It lights up the glimmering wings
Covered in the powder of a thousand unshed tears

                                                                Alone it begins its journey
                                    And alone it will end
Spurned by the fluorescent butterflies
How they mock it from the warm sunlight
                          Where they may shine,
And be admired by the eyes of the world
                                                            While the lonely moth must stay hidden,
                Hidden in the night
                      With no hope to ever become a beautiful butterfly
  Its only place remains to be
          In the cool night
                Where its demons cast shadows
                                                                            And it can never escape