I sit here and think,
Think of how I've wronged you,
wronged you by being me.

I thought you loved me,
but who I am keeps changing for you,
because I love you.

I'm dead on the inside,
lost on the inside.

I don't know who I am anymore,
I keep changing,
like a caterpillar hatching out into the butterfly,
for you.

But some catapillars are not beautiful after the change.

I feel like I become the gypsy moth more and more every time I change for you.

I destory,
destroy who I was,
myself,
me.

Destroy
destroy
destroy

Who I am is irrelevant because I'll just change for you again.

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