When I was wrapped up tightly
I didn’t care who couldn’t see.
The chrysalis met all my needs
all I had to think of was the fact
that I was on the brink of a bloom.

Something big would come of it
and I’d just have to wait
I’m honestly still a slug in here
but one day, one day
I’ll be just as beautiful as fairies
and I’ll fly like one too

But the metamorphosis is just beginning
I am only a worm in a cocoon. 

One day, one day.