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Inspiration, is a void
Laughing cruelly.
I've never gained,
The translucent butterfly's
Hope, Trust.
Why cannot I not hold,
Such things in my grasp?
Are my hands, just not
Perfect, Pure.
I'm and nothing,
Do I even exist?
Nothing, Nothing.
The silent scream in my,
Thoughts, Life.
Everyone so much better,
Her, Him, She, He, They, Them
Every single person.
Holds something perfect in their
Eyes, Soul.
I am empty, blank and foggy.
Something misting through life.
Never having a purpose in,
Everything, Anything.
I've wished to become,
A new being of creativity,
Like someone else.
Someone who is actually,
Something, Somebody.
Why was I gifted in this art,
The art of nothing.
Nothing ever being good.
Never right, always
Wrong, Horrid.
I am no Ugly Duckling,
Not even a Ruby,
Among stones.
I'm that lone
White-Splattered Butterfly
Laughing cruelly.
I've never gained,
The translucent butterfly's
Hope, Trust.
Why cannot I not hold,
Such things in my grasp?
Are my hands, just not
Perfect, Pure.
I'm and nothing,
Do I even exist?
Nothing, Nothing.
The silent scream in my,
Thoughts, Life.
Everyone so much better,
Her, Him, She, He, They, Them
Every single person.
Holds something perfect in their
Eyes, Soul.
I am empty, blank and foggy.
Something misting through life.
Never having a purpose in,
Everything, Anything.
I've wished to become,
A new being of creativity,
Like someone else.
Someone who is actually,
Something, Somebody.
Why was I gifted in this art,
The art of nothing.
Nothing ever being good.
Never right, always
Wrong, Horrid.
I am no Ugly Duckling,
Not even a Ruby,
Among stones.
I'm that lone
White-Splattered Butterfly
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Very nice! I like it!