Who am i

What am i

i have wings that let me fly and soar

through the starry nights

but i do not match the glow

As my wings are always low

im attracted to the light

but i cannot ever show any

and thats not up to me

i may not be as pretty as you

But i can do the same things too

I am not a butterfly, i am a moth

yes that may mean i look different

But im just the same

I wont ever be lame

you could paint me if youd like

Or shove me into a jar and bring me to show and tell to make everyone know the ugly creature you had spiked

You could crunch me with your shoe after the loo if that made you feel better

no need to clean with a cloth

I will apologise for ever looking your way

and say sorry of how im ever so sorry for not being a butterfly, but a moth