Some mistake the feeling of fear
For the feeling of desire.
Stuck in a dominated society
Where judgement seems to never retire.
From the age of four
We are told to be wary;
Only trust the faces you know.
This warning is viable to our safety
But destroys our childlike joy and naivety.
Growing up feeling mistaken butterflies
For the boy who you’ve never spoken to
But you watch every day.
He’s nice to everyone.
You should like him.
That’s what you tell yourself any way.
Confusing platonic for romantic
And missing opportunities.
Too focused on a boy
Who, even if he made a move,
The chase would be over
And you would look for another to see you and approve.
Why are girls told to find a boy to love
From the day they are born?
Society shows it in the normality
Of unashamedly applauding a man and woman
Holding hands
While confusion and fear
Are locked behind a closed door;
Confused and wondering if they will ever find
Someone who makes everything clear.
This person is someone
Who does not fit the mould
That everyone told them to fit.
A person with a laughing mouth
And bright shining eyes,
Someone who makes them feel seen
Like they never have before
But they only realise their feelings
When they are on the other side of the door.
The mistaken butterflies are mistaken again,
Not false this time but true
Hiding behind the door in their mind,
Needing time to process,
Only realising when their feelings are too good,
That they are terrifying to pursue.
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