he was a caterpillar...

it is said you are by your surroundings..

what happen when you don want to be what your surrounding is wanting you to be? but can you really beat the things ppl want you to be? how is it that sometimes without intention people can push others into being what they are not?

there was a butterfly, once in his life he was a caterpillar. fat, ugly, wrinkly thing wiht lots of hair. he always thought that one day when his time would come and his biological clock starts going off and he would the most beautiful creature ever; his life would ultimately follow suit and be the happiest he can be. yet that wasnt the case..

he grew up always thinking he could never change and the ugly creature he would be for the rest of his life. with the current look and the current ways of life, other creatures have become more superficial and even shallow.

but he had friends, he does even though his life seems like shit. he had some real good friends, he had fun with them, laugh with them and cry with them. all those normal corny shit that friends go through. but the thing that bugs him about his friends was that they would always see him as a caterpillar, albeit right now his has full blast booo-tiful wings that no blardy dragonfly can surpass. he could soar up so high and yet feel so down. his friends would always remind him of his caterpillarness, something he wished they would all stop and look at him as a damn gorgeous butterfly.

everyday now since he has become a being he is proud off, he could never shake the shackled that binds him to his past. his friends would do it to him. they take it that reminding him of something he wishes he was not was funny, and it becomes a joke in their circle of friends. what they dont know is that, each time his caterpillarness mentioned a little bit of him would tear up hoping that they would all just shut up and let him become what he really is.

he just couldnt understand why? why is it that his friends would want him to be this ugly, fat, wrinkly glob of caterpilla when in fact hes a frigging butterfly? he doesnt have the answer and he thinks no one knows.. perhaps time does.

its just funny, that his friend dont really do it on purpose. its like an unintentional branding that they gave him for what he was. like his head was branded with the sign that he was what he was and he could never be something else, its like they wouldnt let him change. its either they refuse to let him or denies him of it. the right to be something better and something what every one is, a perfect creature in its own being. as perfect as God allows it.

his loves for his friends is unquestionable but he only wishes that they let him be who he wants to be and something like what they are...

let him fly............