The Moth

I had always wanted to thrive in the sunlight like they did.

I just wanted to feel the breeze as the warm sunlight hit me.

I wanted to be loved, to be seen like they did.

I wanted to be beautiful and colorful like they did.

They shone in the spotlight, with their bright beautiful colors, as if I could be as charming.

But when I come close to anyone, they fright as I seem quite alarming.

Although I pose no threat, they still treat me like badly.

Oh to be like them, loved, colorful, consuming. 

About consuming let’s talk about that.

The bugs of the world, I consume all that.

For the world I take in all the things they fear, but they fear me just as much, why can’t I be as dear?

Dearest to those who love them more

They’re beautiful colors, oh I just love to watch them soar. 

So lucky they are to be in the light

Oh how unfortunate I am, to be in the dark.

The only source closest to the sun are lights

Lightbulbs, and gadgets, anything to maybe one day become appealing to them.

I try to get noticed but it’s so hard, they just swat me away, I wish it weren’t so hard.

Slowly hurting, bruising, beating me up. 

I am almost gone, I need more time

To maybe someday shine.

Oh how I wish that I could go back to the days, when they loved me, when I hadn’t changed.

And now that I’m grown, they see me different as all the others. 

I fly in the night, glow in the light shown by others.

You see, it’s hard to be in the spotlight, when you are hated and shamed.

Blamed, bullied, killed, not tamed.

I guess I am fortunate, to be me. At least I won’t get put on a screen, a book, a frame, a clothing article, a shoe.

Because I’m here to clean up the mess, of what was left behind, what they couldn’t catch.

So here I am being killed off slowly. By those who hate and want to control me.

I am not a butterfly not colorful, not charming.

For I am just a moth, and all I am is alarming.