I mold and create myself to please the world around me,

making my simple, flighty body acceptable

I am my own maker

I grow and die, repetitively stopping the cycle,

then beginning anew, yet another sphere

Do I please you?

I ponder this only because I do not yet know the answer

from where you are standing

Do I understand you?

I'm searching for my solid ground, your hand,

my petal landing

You see me from your eyes

An entirely different perspective

I am always the antagonist,

not the heroine I am used to playing

You smell the flowers

but they wilt beneath your touch, not the same way that I,

butterfly flew from it's bud the other day

Don't ever change me!

I'm not the creature I once was, curled up in my cacoon,

cause now I've bloomed,

I'm waiting for your sunshine, your love