Since birth, I have been called "The Monarch." Since birth I have been given wings, Since birth I have been told being a caterpillar, "Is unworthy of many things."
Now I am The Monarch, Now I have many things, But how I miss being the caterpillar, And having my own wings.
Relating to Trauma.
In which case, my abusers molded me with the idea of perfection. Seeking it has destoryed me beyond compare.