• I look into a still moonlight-filled puddle,
    But I don't see me.
    No, it's not me,
    Just a mask, a cloak.
    I look deep into the reflection.
    Into the eyes shown there,
    For they are the only part of me that shows
    But still not revealing who I am.
    I know the real me is not like
    The only me I know.
    I can try to see who others are, truly,
    But why can't I see me?
    I keep searching in that reflection
    To find an imperfection
    In the crystalis or cocoon,
    To let myself out.
    To finally know if in the reflection
    I will see a butterfly or a moth.