I'm fat.
I'm weird.
I'm annoying.
I'm not pretty.
I'm crazy.
I'm obsessive.
I'm a chatter-box.
I've stolen things.
I lie.
I've lied to my parents.
I've lied to my friends.
I've lied about myself.
I've lied to myself.
I'm pathetic.
I wish that I could be a butterfly,
just pop into a little cocoon and transform.
And come out a brand new creation.
The old me tossed into a recycling bin,
and changed into something better.
Maybe...
One Day.
Think about it.
No one really like caterpillars.
They're fat and fuzzy.. like me.
But....
What if I'm already a butterfly?
Maybe I'm still in my caterpillar form,
waiting for the right time to change,
But I'll change!
I won't be a leftover.
And I won't be forgotten.
People will really see me for once,
and I won't be ghosting through crowds.
But until that day...
I have to accept me, for me.
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 1:13 PM UTC
I'm fat.
I'm weird.
I'm annoying.
I'm not pretty.
I'm crazy.
I'm obsessive.
I'm a chatter-box.
I've stolen things.
I lie.
I've lied to my parents.
I've lied to my friends.
I've lied about myself.
I've lied to myself.
I'm pathetic.
I wish that I could be a butterfly,
just pop into a little cocoon and transform.
And come out a brand new creation.
The old me tossed into a recycling bin,
and changed into something better.
Maybe...
One Day.
Think about it.
No one really like caterpillars.
They're fat and fuzzy.. like me.
But....
What if I'm already a butterfly?
Maybe I'm still in my caterpillar form,
waiting for the right time to change,
But I'll change!
I won't be a leftover.
And I won't be forgotten.
People will really see me for once,
and I won't be ghosting through crowds.
But until that day...
I have to accept me, for me.
This is how I feel, and it's an edited version of a poem I wrote a few years back.
