Different

Sometimes I feel as though everyone around me is a butterfly,

beautiful. interesting. free.

I, on the other hand, find myself to be more like a moth,

overlooked. Constantly compared. Seen as a duller, less interesting species.

For me, I am very aware that the two are similar. Yet, they are also very different.

You can look almost identical to someone else,

but also be so very different.

You can sit with your wings open, for the world to see.

Or maybe you'd prefer them closed?

Maybe you like going about during the daytime, like a butterfly.

I prefer making my motions at night when I feel positively productive.

Maybe you like the colors of the rainbow,

whereas I prefer the shades of the dark.

Each person is like a different species of Lepidoptera.

Similar but different.

Beautiful in their own way.