The Butterfly Look Is My Ultimate Must Have AKA Day Seventeen

We never talk about how
Painful metamorphoses can be
How everything we think we are
Turns to goo or how the
Only thing keeping us together is
Our shell (which also feels
Alien as it only exists to
House us through the change)
No one actually prepares us
For what comes next, How can they?
Each step along the way might be
Known, but still, information is not
Experience and until it happens
It's all just a bunch of words
And why do we assume the
Transformation was desired or that
What we will become is preferable to
Who we were before? We never got a
Choice, the body changed and we were
Forced to fly away with only our memories