I am just a butterfly camouflaged by my horrid wings
Taking flight from damaging things

Only tempting to land on what looks to comfortable to be true
Only to find what hides behind the beauty of nature

Still hovering seeking a place so secure as I'm recovering and suffering from what took place

never forgetting but shedding from my past
Forecasting my shell to what I've grown in

As if being forced to crawl before i was able to fly
Having to heal from my sorrows before i can soar

as it was all meant to be, I'm just now able to see
casting out of my shell to be who I'm supposed to be