Suspecting the Butterfly

The ones that go unnoticed.
The ones that try so hard and fall so short.
The ones that you tell good luck (you'll need it).
The ones that you pass without knowing.
The ones that bleed invisibility, soaking their every pore.
The ones that can do no wrong.
The ones that can do no right.
The ones that blend with eternal camoflage never standing out.
The ones that are stepped on in paths to the top.
The ones that fall with silent landings echoing for miles.
The ones that go unnoticed,
are the ones you should fear the most.