I wonder if my habits will kill me

I don’t know why but I get this feeling

It’s so chilling

Every time I walk into the building

Everyone’s starring

Late at night or early in the morning

I hear church bells ringing

I get this feeling

It’s so chilling

Stop it

Stop it

Stop it

Stop it

I’ve had enough I’ve had enough

I’ve had enough I’ve had enough

I’ve had enough

I wonder if my habits...

I’ve made a habit of lying

I fell in love with the silence

It’s easier for me to paint a smile on

Telling everyone that I’m doing fine now

But they can’t tell I’m a liar

My reflections someone else

And I don’t know their name

Oh I’m a disgrace

I’m losing my faith

I ask for forgiveness

Just to make the same mistakes

So many messes made

Is anyone out their listening

My mind is a danger...

Why is a moth annoying when butterflies get to be beautiful? Yes, butterflies have huge, graceful wings, but they also seem kind of dumb. They bumble around on the breeze when moths know exactly where they are going. We are going to the light.

Butterflies get all of the attention, too. I learned in second grade about the metamorphosis process and how a chrysalis works. Do moths get a chrysalis? N...

Alice often get comments on her visual beauty. Long curly hair with hues of red and blonde in the sun, she was quite lucky to have very authentic and unique features. But sometimes, she wished the world saw more than what meets the eye. She considers herself skilled in art, with painting being her favorite. She can express herself in a way without words, she can say a million things in just one of...

Don’t sugarcoat it
I am what I am
Still, I won’t quit
The Lion and the Lamb

Died for me
He really did
Hard to believe
When I was off-grid

My heart remained His
There’s no hiding
Just the way it is
In Him, I’m abiding

I’m a moth, deal with it
Never will be a butterfly
Still, I won’t quit
As I continue to testify...

I am not a butterfly, I am a moth.

I am ignored until I am needed

I am only called when you’re sad,

I am only there when you want me to be,

I am not a butterfly, I am a moth,

I am not beautiful, I am not ugly,

I am not special, I am not basic,

I am not perfect, I am not extremely flawed.

I am not a butterfly, I am a moth,

I am ignored,

I am not the first choice,

I am just

A simple moth...

I am not a butterfly, I am a moth.

Drawn to the light all the same,

But meant to remain in just one spot.

I am not dazzled in beauty to adore,

Just shades unrecognizable

And nothing much more....

In the quiet of the night, I flutter,

Aimlessly, unacknowledged.

My wings, a dusty canvas,

Not graced with vibrant hues,

Nor daylight's embrace.

The butterfly, adorned,

In beauty, Wild and free –

The creature

That I will never be.

For I am just a moth,

Drawn to a world,

That doesn't see my face,

I am the avoided,

A hollow echo,

In a world of light.

As I dance alone in the dark,

The flames…

Th...

She never liked bugs,

They crawl and fly and squirm.

They get under rugs,

But she is quite fond of worms.

One day she met this boy,

Who liked such creatures.

He looked at them with joy,

His reactions ignited his features.

She told him once that he reminded her of a butterfly,

He said ”I’m not a butterfly, I’m a moth.”

And that made her reply,

“As a butterfly, you’d be better off.”

But why would...

I am unique most indifferent a seperate entity and culture. I am out at night attracted to the light of darkness. My colours are molted not beautiful with spread out wings I collect solar energy and warmth from the flouresent light on a moon lit sky. I am a moth not a butterfly....