i'm a butterfly born without its shell.
welcomed by one mother whose the beauty none can achieved
as the young caterpillar developed further
he felt equal amongst others where none discriminate
he was taught many things where there's a lot of answers
but not questions
he was taught to tolerate but not love even unconditionally

when it comes to its moment to rise
he had realised he cant build his shell
nowhere to find shelter from his hell
curled into a chrysalis going through unspeakable things
eyes open broadly, ears listened precisely

after the storm ended where many began to depart
living their lives, where he alone is still trying to find his part