Human

This isn't my best work, but I truly love this poem myself..

It’s like she’s a bear,

Running away from the hunters.

Beautiful and dangerous with her own mind,

Yet people would kill for her skin,

For her mind and for her soul.

It’s like she’s a butterfly,

Flying far, far away from the horror.

Yet bringing peace of mind to the nature

For if someone touches her wings,

She’ll fall apart slowly

It’s like she’s a human,

Running away from her own mind,

Beautiful and peacefully she wonders,

Will horror ever end,

Even if she’s the only one in pain.

Author's Note

Ignore grammar problems this was written on my loser word documents, haha.