She was a caterpillar in her cocoon,
with her beautiful wings to be spread soon.

She knew she’d be the moon,
in a dark sky to bloom.

And when it was time,

she finally grew,
into the world she flew.

She loved and made friends too,
but it wasn’t herself she knew.

The world slowly molded her,
she barely knew herself in the blur.

‘Cause she was a caterpillar in her cocoon,
different, but not a poon.

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