Disclaimer: Don't own Digimon. This is a little poem from Oikawa's point of view. The title seemed oddly appropriate, and no, it's not misspelled.
Bitterfly
I'm sorry
To everyone standing here and beyond
I know it doesn't mean too much now
Seeing how much pain I've caused
Seeing what I've done to you and the Digimon
But it's all I can give
Besides my heart and soul to heal the damage to a world
That I've always wanted to see
I was a Digi-destined a long time ago
Back in the days when I had the choice of happiness
When I was a child with dreams of my own
I remember having a Digimon
I remember he was a butterfly
The colors of a prism
The spirit of a joyful child helping him fly
I remember I, too, could fly as long as we were together
But like many others
Like the children standing helplessly around us now
I let myself fall from grace
I was pulled away from my dreams by sadness
By a bitterness within that ate at me
I didn't need a dark seed to make my Digimon leave
I did it all myself when I lost confidence in myself
When my optimism fell into depression
And that made me an easy target
To let evil grow within and harvest my anger
To make me who I am today
I was much like Ken
Caught in a moment of despair and pulled from the light
I was much like these children
Their feelings of inadequacy blooming strong
But I have no excuse anymore
So there is something I must tell you before I go
I know that you all forgive me
When Iori tried to help me I knew I was given a second chance
And you all had faith I would get well
I didn't want to, I didn't deserve to
I saw what I had done to the Digital World
What the evil inside of me had done to it
And I knew what I had to do
Which is why I am leaving for good
I'm sorry to have to leave my Digimon
Just when we found each other again
But this is what has to be done
Because it's a price I'm willing to pray
I remember the butterfly
And how he used to bring me light and life
I'd like to do the same to you and the Digital World
To right a wrong and soften the violence
But I don't think I'm a butterfly
I'm more of a… bitterfly
I hide my bitter secrets behind shining wings
I turn my darkness into a healing touch
Maybe you'll see me one day
Just a brief glimpse of ethereal wings flying by
Or maybe your children will catch me in their hands
Playful happiness dancing in their eyes at the living treasure
But whatever you see and whatever I do
Know that I am proud of you
Thankful that I have had the chance for redemption
Honored that I would have been a Digi-destined like you
And that this bitterfly
In all its glorious wonder
Has chosen this moment in time to spread its newborn wings
Shed its fading human form
And fly high on the hopes of children