There once was a girl,
The little girl was like a social butterfly.
Constantly fluttering around in stores nearby.
Her cute sundresses billowing beneath the sky.
As she once was.

She’s always smiling,
Playing around outside, running and climbing trees,
Unusually,  she’d play with weird bugs on leaves.
Watching movies and playing with her dolls at ease.
That girl’s no more.

She went through reverse metamorphosis.
The butterfly changed to chrysalis.
The sweet little girl grew older,
And even though she tried, could not recapture,
Her innocence that she was after.
She emerged a calm caterpillar.

Now she’s all grown up,
A different person if you didn’t know before.
A different wardrobe than what the little girl wore.
She had discovered self, another open door.
A brand new me.