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Metamorphisis


When I was young,

I was a caterpillar.

 

As caterpillars eat to grow and thrive,

I ate to grow up.

 

I used manners when necessary, never called rude names,

Kept a straight A student average and kept my mouth shut.

 

As caterpillars grow, they are seen as fat and ugly,

Despite wanting to just live in harmony.

 

I was a caterpillar for the fact I was called fat and ugly,

Despite not saying anything to anybody.

 

It is hard to picture a caterpillar as a butterfly,

It was also hard imagining myself as a butterfly.

 

Not once have I been able to fly.

Soon, as the years passed I did what any caterpillar would do.

 

I cocooned.

 

I began to want change.

While it may have been subconscious, I had no choice in this.

 

As puberty wrapped my body within its confines,

I was forced to transform.

 

It is still hard most days, realizing this is my face,

However, it has never been easy.

 

Like small children prod a cocoon, people have put me in a place,

I didn't think I would make it through.

 

I have found my light however, overcoming their endeavors,

I have with time finally become a butterfly.

 

While my wings are still young, I've yet to fly,

But I have proven others wrong.

 

I’ve survived.

 

I have grown,

I have written my own metamorphosis as I learn to love myself… alone.

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maryncazyvette

I am a young writer of various trades outside of simply poetry. However, I am also the president of my school's poetry society.

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