A mind of butterflies,
a chaotic beauty within.
My emotions are elusive,
I don’t know how to begin.
No clarity of purpose,
nor sense of direction.
Numb, peaceful isolation,
distant from affection.
Searching myself, useless,
all answers turn to questions.
My ears deaf to advice,
ignoring outside suggestions.
I am outside looking in,
yet inside seems so bare.
A hazy mass of feelings,
not fully self- aware.
The fog will one day lift,
uncertainty left behind.
Clarity will return,
no butterflies of my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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