Wrapped in a cloak Spun rigid, spun tight Trapped in a closet Dark as midnight The fibers are woven With falsehoods and tripe And no one will know For this is my plight To most a worm Is all they will see A fuzzy mask Of iniquity One day I'll come out My true self I'll be Until, no one will know My identity I long to escape Spread my wings and fly Break free this cocoon Unveil the lie Will everyone accept me? I'll still be the same inside Only now I'll emerge A beautiful butterfly
Reason for writing:
For Antwan...your wings are beautiful...
Birth sign: Cancer
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