Dear Beautiful Butterfly,
Butterfly, I hope you know you are very lucky. I hope you enjoy your freedom, your wings, your, innocence, for all of mine are broken. I am weak and corrupted, I forgot how to fly but you still can. Please fly away, enjoy everything I'll never have.
Butterfly, how I dearly envy you. Your eyes are forever untainted, you only see what the world lets you see, nothing more. It's so simple. Everything about you is simple. Never in your life have you felt alone, confused, hurt, or abused. Never in your life have you thought a single word, or even known a single word in any case, yet society turns to you as "inspiration" and "hope" and other meaningless titles.
Butterfly, do you want to understand humans? You'd regret it. Humans don't even understand humans. If I'd explain it, humans are fragile. Fragile as you, but in a far worse way. You can't possibly understand how.