I was born a butterfly.
For most of my life I believed I was a butterfly.
Growing up, everyone told me I\'d become a beautiful monarch,
But now, I realize I\'m a moth.
I\'m a moth in a butterfly\'s body.
Deep down, there\'s still that little caterpillar that wants to be a pretty monarch one day.
But that caterpillar is no longer me.
Now, I\'m in my cocoon trying desperately to pass off as a moth.
I want to be an emperor moth,
Distinct and proud.
But I\'m neither
I blend into the background.
I want to be a rosey maple moth,
Cute and soft.
But the thought of it makes me sick
People will mistake me for a butterfly.
I want to be a comet moth,
Big and bold
But I\'m hardly one
And pastel isn\'t in my pallet
I want to be a peacock jewel moth,
Flamboyant and memorable
But I\'m quiet and reserved
Besides, I\'m more of a shiny rock than a jewel
I want to be a lunar moth,
Mysterious and recognizable
But I enjoy talking to others
And I fear I just blend into the crowd
I want to be a death-head hawkmoth,
Dark and cool
But their style is expensive
And I fear I\'ll still look like a butterfly
Right now I\'m a speckled wood butterfly,
But I\'m trying to pass as a grape leaf folder moth.
I don\'t think it\'s working.
But I lie to myself that it is.
I don\'t know if I\'ll ever be able to be seen as a moth.
I hope I will,
But it\'s hard with limited resources.
I\'ll try my best, but I don\'t know if it\'ll work.