No, I am not a butterfly

I am a moth

They made me aware

I am a moth

She was also made aware

She is a butterfly

They scowled when I flew toward them

Appalled by my presence

And grinned

When she flew towards them

Drawn to her presence

She was vibrant and colorful

I was dull and colorless

I concealed

During the day

Went out at night

Blending with the darkness

Assuage

They retracted at my sight

So I avoided them

And flew when they turn blind

They made me nocturnal

Oh, I allowed that

They wrecked my confidence

But I found serenity

In the darkness haven of my reflection

The blackness suited my dullness

I blended harmoniously

I felt vibrant within

Explored my true beauty

After all,

Beauty they say, is in

The eyes of the beholder

Gradually,

I developed self-love

I was proud of who I was

Who I am

And who I hoped to become

I am a moth

A vibrant colorful moth