what's a butterfly without its wings?

The fluttering of my gorgeous wings
       caught your attention
You lured me in with your warm face
      and your words, begging
          me to trust you
             and I did
I ignored my mother's warnings and, trusting
       you with my life, I perched
          my small, skinny legs
             on your finger
Before I knew what hit me, you plucked
    my beautiful wings off my now
      bare back, stripping me
         of all that I had
You abandoned me in the middle
          of nowhere
My days of fluttering gracefully
           are gone
You left me all alone, scarred for life,
      with no one even turning to
         admire me like they
              once did

Oh mama, why didn't I listen to you?