not understanding
Life,
Is like being a caterpillar. born
TO
Believe.
To
Grow up.
Becoming something that you are. but what if
you don't know,
Who
You
Are.
what if the colors that you are showing,
aren't the ones you want to be showing.
But is it all for nothing?
Becoming a butterfly. is it that
Great?
what if you want, but cannot
Hide. running from all the terrors deep inside.
maybe you are a moth. an
Outcast
WHY. is being a moth so bad?
i want to show, my
True colors.
believe to grow, become the moth you really are.
1. THIS IS NOT MY WHAT I NEED TO SAY POEM THAT ONES BELOW THIS ONE!
2. the grammar i did in this one is the way i wanted it to be ^^ (hehe)
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2 comments:
this really makes me think. i like how you compare the butterfly to being better.
There are some parallels in the themes between this poem and my lyrics. This is really good, by the way! :)
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