When a Cockroach Becomes a Butterfly

Close your eyes and make a wish Tap your heels three times and say the magic word And whatever else the fairy tales tell you to do, in order to be happy In order to be beautiful In order to be loved In order to be a hypocrite The glass slipper doesn’t fit- So buy a different size if you want it that bad Kiss a frog and you’ll get nothing in return but a dirty look In reality, pumpkins don’t have wheels… And there is only a beast, no beauty No magic spell to break No curse to overcome No magic potion or eternal life No evil witch to escape from grasp Just yourself, just me What a disappointment How sweet the roses smell along the way But they are just a small portion compared to the weeds to come As pictures began to stain my walls with memories regret still does not take over, but still I feel bad inside The yellow brick road has come to an end and now reads NO OUTLET Still I push forward through the dirt But in order to do so, I must leave you behind It’s all for the best they say; it’s for the best But like a cockroach I scurry back to you from the dirt I left everything else behind, which I had went for But I’m alright I’m so happy, so happy- I’m blue If you eat that apple you will be poisoned You will fall to the ground in a lasting sleep But there is no prince to awake you with a kiss There is no knight in shining armor to rescue you Just a coffin and a stone with your name Just the dirt, where the cockroach makes home I hope the temptation was worth the joy to come If you rub that lamp any harder a burn will accompany your hands Nothing will come out of it unless you open it yourself But don’t be surprised if it’s empty There are no wishes to be granted Only dreams to be achieved And like a cockroach you can make it through the bombs and fire Atleast those of your own life There is no prince charming to move your hair from your face Just wind to put more there and blind your steps If you want to see, move it yourself Or trip over your own faults and excuses