16. I want to be butterfly!

I just want one thing which is only mine,

But all I have is pain which I drink in the form of wine.

God, this hurts like hell,

Why isn't anyone able to hear my yell.

Am I not capable of love?

Why can't anyone see I am scared.

Why is happiness measured from rupee?

This reality hurts like sting of bee.

I am hurt I want to cry,

And this is not a lie.

But every time I am being judged, spied,

I want to free like butterfly.