i have had
to accept the fact
though i somehow
managed to spin
a cocoon and
liquefy myself
knowing i never
was a model
caterpillar
always incapable
of catering to
whims i never
quiteiunderstood
nor being a pillar
ofanycommunity
yet unable to
becomeanythingmore
thaninconsequential

this probably wasn’t
what my parents imagined
i would grow into
no vibrant butterfly
no velvety moth
just another soul
shriekingagainstthese
silkenselfrestraints
woven from little white lies