Metamorphosis

People think that it is easy

to bloom into someone new,

They think it is as simple

as shedding off your skin.

How will they understand

the courage it takes to scrape off

the memories;

the sins:

the guilt,

that stick to your skin like leeches

sucking out your purity,

while you are helpless 

and suffocating,

Now that I have shed them

I stare at the pile of my old self;

it was beautiful,

but rotten.