The Caterpillar

When i was a cterpillar i was

Always under a tree

Looking at the others.

They wouldnt talk to me just because;

I was different.

I always wondered

Howit would be

to be the same as everyone else.

They would alway ask me:

Why am i so different? and

Why cant i be the same as them?

But others said:

I was special and that they would accept me

for who i am.

I started walking slower and slower

My friend was the same way, never saw her

again.

It all started when we were 

racng to the top of the flower

I would always win.

She wanted to stay in a leaf for the night.

It was getting late so i had to go.

The next day;

I went to the leaf i

left her in.

I never saw her again.

As the days passd i would get

 slower  and slower.

I had to stop in a leaf.

I couldnt anymore.

Couldnt walk at all.

So then i fell asleep.

When i woke up, I fet different.

I had wings.

I could fly.

I fnally felt as if i were the same.

Even though i was already special.