I was once a wannabe rock star.
My voice is now strained and I finally learned
Guitar.
I was once a drama queen.
I excuse myself too many times and binge eat.
I was once in love,
I now hate thinking of my ex boyfriend.
I was once insecure,
I now feel that way today.
So much changes through metamorphosis.
Caterpillars create cocoons.
My cocoon was my iPod.
Once it breaks, they become beautiful butterflies.
My music lead me to comfort as my favorite song held my hand through hard times.
My heart is the same though my tastes keep narrowing down.
Don't butterflies narrow down their flowers to lay?