Perfectly Imperfect

She was sheltered and warm
Inside the shell that she once resided,
Rolled up in a cocoon.
Cuddled up by the broth of love.
Where she was considered a boon,
In the shades of rainbow where nothing faded.

She thought she was perfect,
She knew everything one could possibly know.
Until she came out of her shell
And realized,
Being good isn't good enough
She never had enough that she could bestow.

When in shelter,
All she wanted was to come out of it.
Flap her wings and fly high
Soar high and conquer.
Love the people she wanted to love.
And be appreciated like the beauty of a butterfly.

But she was hidden.
Hidden behind the gold that glittered.
Her hopes which had been slit and slithered.
She was hidden
Under the burial of sand.
Sands of time which means..

While everyone had their own way
Of being complete,
She was left alone.
Within million perfected lives.
She stood there INCOMPLETE...