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Metamorphosis
I’m all wrong.
 I’m out of place.
 Can’t do a thing
 but hide my face.
 I opened my heart
 Showed them my soul
 I got back laughs
 They called me a fool.
 “Don’t think of trying
 Or moving on.
 It’s too much work.
 You’re not that strong.”
 All I know
 Is that nobody wants me.
 It’s a saddening feeling
 That constantly haunts me.
 So I’ll just sit here
 Curled up tight
 Pretend I’m better.
 Pretend things are right.
 
 I stay still
 For weeks, it seems
 Till a distant call
 Penetrates my dreams.
 “Don’t give up. Have hope
 That it’ll be all right.
 Your days now are dark
 But your future is bright.”
 I’m hurting just me
 By sitting and crying.
 I take a deep breath.
 My tears are now drying.
 I open my eyes.
 And I see the sky.
 I’ve never noticed its clear blue before.
 Why?
 Finding a strength
 I didn’t know I had,
 I strain
 
     I push
 
 
 
  I pull
 I do everything I can to break free of these chains.
 I need to stop moaning.
 I need to stop wishing.
 And I need to stop watching,
 Because I need to start living.
 
 Finally I straighten.
 The chains fall away.
 People stare as I pass.
 They all say:
 “Who is that? WHAT is that?
 Is she someone we know?
 The person we saw before
 Never shone so.”
 
 I made myself what
 I wanted to be.
 The one who was hurting
 Is no longer me.
 I chose to be happy.
 I chose to have hope.
 It’s a better life
 Than letting myself mope.
 So now I will laugh
 As I gaze at my wings.
 Blue, green, and purple.
 They’re beautiful things.
 They’re the beauty I got
 When my thoughts became pretty
 They only stayed away
 Because of self-pity.
 And now that I’m confident,
 I don’t care what they say
 Soon they’ll notice my light
 And wish they were this way.
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