I am me,

Not anyone else’s thoughts of me, but my thoughts of me,

but my thoughts of me.

I grow butterfly wings and flutter away,

My colors judged while I,

Unnoticing,

Float.

Shunning the popular monarch,

I choose to take shape as a luna moth.

Rare

Unusual

This is me.

I know why certain things happen at certain times,

but I will never share my secret.

I won’t tell you how my wings got this Brilliant color.

But many will tell you:

They are not for show,

They are who she is.

Cloaks and covers thrown aside,

I swallow my pride and prejudice

And watch other Flowers

Emerge from the darkness.

They are themselves

And I am I

We are we, not anyone else.

I see the grass as the perfect shade of green

Where I stand,

The sun the perfect warmth,

The moon the perfect phase for romance and candlelight.

I do not see the world as others think I should.

I see it how I want, through my own eyes.

This is me.