The fairy is dying—with sadness in her wake.
A pixie transforms to a human before it’s too late.
Time is of the essence, so I must press on.
And the old me will soon be gone.

A chapter has ended in my book of life—
A chapter which produced so much strife.
They played with my heart like it was a toy.
Maybe the next will bring more joy.

A worm to a butterfly—call it rebirth.
I’ll bury my roots back in the earth.
One day I’ll grow strong like a majestic oak
And a new me I’ll soon evoke.

I’m changing quickly, and moving forward
Cutting out all that was untoward
Open my shell, soon you’ll find a pearl
But no more will I be your manic pixie dream girl.