Butterfly

Why is it when I'm alone I'm crying?
Why everyday do I wish for dying?
I feel so alone in the dark and I can't see,
But I know when I become a butterfly I will be set free,
People will finally see what I've been keeping as fears,
all that came out was pain as tears,
But then I will fly away and leave this place,
I will open up and have my space,
Ill be happy,flying toward the sun,
I will finally forget what life has done,
Many colors of feeling,different ideas of the being,
But until I break this cocoon of cry,
I will wait to go the light as a butterfly