See know, I want you to love me but not for the appearance that you see.
The mere steam that is green but for the growth,
I have shown from the seed I once was to the roots I have grown.
I've lived a doubtful life of progression and change but since when did I know I could grow.
Hidden underneath the darkness and tucked away, I could no longer wait.
Just like a caterpillar in its final state.
Realizing the journey upward would be a stretch.
I couldn't allow myself any withdrawals.
In order to grow, I dug through the dirt that piled on, a surface meant to be bury low.
It was only then I could comprehend risking until reaching the end.
Now without the struggle that took place, I would have never bloomed
and I would be stuck in a place where I couldn't resume.