As a butterfly
Able to connect
With many different flowers
Forming a sweet bond
with each I pass
But I feel I am awkward
With meeting people for the first time
Some even I have known for years
Where being speechless feels like a crime
I am drawn to people
Yet people I sometimes fear
I am in love with stories
Still silence rings loud in my ear
I desire a close companion
But I seldom let people near
How often have I opened up
To let anyone see even a tear
Yet if anyone asked me anything
I would hide nothing
Maybe I am a butterfly
Able to extract some honey sometimes
But never really blending in
As a flower blends among
other flowers.
Or perhaps again
I am overthinking.
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