Anxiety is a Dainty Butterfly

 

The world is changing,

Ever so quickly,

We are told to grow up,

But remember our youth

To live while we're young, 

But display maturity?

 

A carefree child, 

To a worrisome adult,

All because of changes 

We had made. 

During the time 

spent in our teenage chrisillas,

Concealing our truths,

To portray what is accepted 

And what is expected.  

 

When we finally grow out 

Of the caterpillar,

Ugly and weak,

And into the butterfly,

Delicate and stunning,

We are supposedly at our truest form.  

 

However, it takes time before 

We learn to fly. 

The anxiety and stress,

That has crinkled your wings, 

Needs time to heal before you can soar.

 

But once you can soar 

And understand the world,

You finally see 

That change can be good.

Anxiety just makes us feel too small to conquer it.