The Skin You Are In


Hey little 'pillar, why so sad on the ground?
Are you surrounded by butterflies all flitting around?
Those fanciful fairies float with the clouds,
Chased and admired by adoring crowds.
You hunger for more than the leaves at your feet,
If only you had a delicate frame, then you could compete.
Sometimes it seems everybody has grace and wings.
Your emerald reflection doesn't show any of those things.
You are plain and grounded, just a lowly grub.
Will you every have qualities that somebody could love?
Don't be so sad, why the green face?
You need to let yourself grow at your own crawling pace.
Don't hide your true self and purge who you are.
Love you for you, in time you will emerge a star.

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