Ugly Duckling

One year over, a new one beginning.
Although, it’s just another day to me.
Neither a party or celebration,
But my typical, monotonous routine.
Through the halls, I wander unnoticed,
Unknown, for I am not as I once were.
Entering legal adulthood,
I bring A heart with numerous stitches and scars,
And a maturity few alike share.
The ugly duckling,
strug’ling to survive In a pond,
surrounded by hungry wolves.
Will I make it out alive?
Will I make My mother proud
of whom I have become?
Soon enough,
I will leave this petty realm.
No longer will my hist’ry define me.
The wolves will flee,
unveiling the inner Swan.
Though now, the duckling will keep trudging
Through the murky waters
until her swan Is finally able to
freely fly.