I always learned in grade school,
That caterpillars grew,
And butterflies were cool.
I learned that when caterpillars got old
They’d turn into something magical,
This is what I was told.
How sad it was one day,
When I met a girl my age,
She had nothing nice to say.
I learned through pain and hurt,
That not all caterpillars are butterflies,
For some become moths.

What Happened To The Girl I Knew