The Black Butterfly

Written by: Shelby Smith

A Black Butterfly
A black mist glides off its wings
It is all alone

It is always sad
Never greeted with a smile
Black and Beauty don't mix

It can find no love
In a world of bright and free
It always feels the chains

The chains of anger
And of seeping depression
Butterflies can't cry 

A black butterfly
Flies away searching for a home
But it won't find one

But I will fly still
Hoping that things get better
Hoping not to fall