Ugly Transformation

April 27, 2011
By Alex Ellis SILVER, Bel Air, Maryland
Alex Ellis SILVER, Bel Air, Maryland
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I did this to myself.
I just kept spitting and spitting until
There was nowhere left to go.
I was trying to protect myself
From things that I was afraid of.

Wrapped in this cocoon of lies,
No, a chrysalis,
For the lies are hard,
Things that cannot be
Torn apart easily,
There is no butterfly in this casing,
Not even a moth.

No, in this chrysalis
The one that is barely hanging onto its branch,
The one that I am in,
Resides a cowardly worm
Who is too weak to break free
And tell the truth
And fly away.

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