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Metamorphosis
I’m all wrong.
I’m out of place.
Can’t do a thing
but hide my face.
I opened my heart
Showed them my soul
I got back laughs
They called me a fool.
“Don’t think of trying
Or moving on.
It’s too much work.
You’re not that strong.”
All I know
Is that nobody wants me.
It’s a saddening feeling
That constantly haunts me.
So I’ll just sit here
Curled up tight
Pretend I’m better.
Pretend things are right.
I stay still
For weeks, it seems
Till a distant call
Penetrates my dreams.
“Don’t give up. Have hope
That it’ll be all right.
Your days now are dark
But your future is bright.”
I’m hurting just me
By sitting and crying.
I take a deep breath.
My tears are now drying.
I open my eyes.
And I see the sky.
I’ve never noticed its clear blue before.
Why?
Finding a strength
I didn’t know I had,
I strain
I push
I pull
I do everything I can to break free of these chains.
I need to stop moaning.
I need to stop wishing.
And I need to stop watching,
Because I need to start living.
Finally I straighten.
The chains fall away.
People stare as I pass.
They all say:
“Who is that? WHAT is that?
Is she someone we know?
The person we saw before
Never shone so.”
I made myself what
I wanted to be.
The one who was hurting
Is no longer me.
I chose to be happy.
I chose to have hope.
It’s a better life
Than letting myself mope.
So now I will laugh
As I gaze at my wings.
Blue, green, and purple.
They’re beautiful things.
They’re the beauty I got
When my thoughts became pretty
They only stayed away
Because of self-pity.
And now that I’m confident,
I don’t care what they say
Soon they’ll notice my light
And wish they were this way.
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