I'm my own enemy

I fear becoming my mother

A caterpillar, my whole life
A bug through and through
My life, no easy strife
But I trudge on, as you do!

We're green, measly things
Unlike those pretty ones
No pink purple wings
Complimented such tons!

I'd much rather die
Than betray my own kind
And become a butterfly
Id give it no mind!

Their life is so easy
Among the pretty flowers
I'd be quite weezy
Away from the floor for hours

My life is pretty nice
A kiss from my lover
I forget about the strife
We care about one another

We bussle on
Make do as we can
We're the ones who've won
They walked while we ran

You don't need to have grandeur
To be nice and pleasant
We're better from what we've endured
Don't need to be rich to not be a peasant

Preparing for dreaming deep
I can't shake off my smile
I try to fall asleep
I do, after a while

Awakened I'm met, with disgusted eyes
Stupid butterfly... They say
But I'm a caterpillar! no lie!
This can't be it! Now way!

I accept they're judgement
Why would I doubt them now
Without them I feel absent
Ive become what I hate, I don't know how

I go to the others, as myself such
I had to muster wit
But I hate them so much!
They're horrible twits!

I felt so misshapen
Hating what I've become
Why did this happen?
What could I have done?

I always feared
I'd turn out this way
But that day had now reared
And here I now lay