When a Cockroach Becomes a Butterfly (Cont)

I made more than one wish I stomped my feet and repeated the magic word I did everything the fairy tales told me to do In hopes of becoming happy In hopes of becoming beautiful In hopes of being loved I became nothing but a hypocrite The glass slipper didn’t fit so I threw it against the wall and it broke I kissed the frog and it died after dirtying my face I never want to see another pumpkin for it turns me into a beast I found no magic spell to break No curse to overcome, but my own There was no magic potion and no eternal life I turned out to be the evil witch and had to escape my own grasp It was just me who brought my disappointment The roses smelt nice as I picked through the weeds I had to scrub my own walls clean and move the memories some place else Still…I have no regret I took a wrong turn on the yellow brick road and ended up at a dead end I pushed my way through the dirt, but was buried by you It was best for me to continue on But like a cockroach I remained under the dirt you put there and left everything else behind, which I went to pursue But it’s okay I will remain happy in my times of feeling blue I ate that apple and lived through it all I cooled my burns with the ice inside the lamp The bombs and fire only motivated me more I decided to stop waiting for prince charming And become friends with the wind And like a cockroach, I crawled up from the dirt I forced myself to new heights And like a butterfly, I took a chance I spread my wings… And flew away December 21, 2009