I find myself fluttering often.

Fluttering like a moth., drawn to an elusive flame. 

A flame I crave. A crave I tame.

I find myself fluttering often.

Fluttering wings. Filled with expression,  destined with curiosity.

Curious of the flame. A flame of generosity.

I find myself fluttering often,

Fluttering as if, not a butterfly, not  something of beauty, bliss, normality.

No. Simply a moth, for I display monstrosity. 

I find myself chasing often.

Chasing as if craving. A Craving, I cannot tame.

For acceptance is too hot. Hot is the flame.

I find myself walking often.

Walking as if unable. Unable to reach the flame.

A flame I crave. A crave I shame.

I find a moth.

The moth no different than the butterfly.

I find myself.