Haiku: Butterflies and Blue Skies

Look

I’m sick and tired of all this shit and pretending

Look

I’m sick and tired of all the fairytale endings

Look

I don’t know how I’m supposed to survive like this

But look

What’s wrong?

Said the snake to the songbird.

What’s wrong, little songbird?

Why don’t you sing me a song?

You see,

Said the songbird to the snake.

You see, I’m tired of running away.

Is this what it feels like?

To not be considered human?

To be some invalid,

Invisible thing

That almost nobody wants?

Is this what it feels like?

To be rejected and turned away?