Running cross country Just so you can hurt me. Desert me in the dessert, Leave me tethered to the sky. I fly just fine As long as I’m high enough. I’ve been staying dry enough. Been getting by- sly enough. Not shy enough to be alone In my own personal reserve. Haven’t you heard? Awkward, anxious caterpillar Took her time off too cocoon. Now she watches you all swoon Over her metamorphosis into Social Butterfly. I will be friendly, I will not try to please the masses. I soar through open sky. With looks that serve and wings That swerve. All you insects Are disturbed by the words Of my accomplishments. I can’t wait to see the astonishment- I love who I am. And if you are perturbed by My self love, Then Darling, I’m Sorry your self esteem has Fizzled out so low. But you can still support others From a friendly distance, Rather than watching People succeed And immediately feeling Resistance.