On the outside it look so ordinary, so unremarkable, so plain, so bland. It blends in, nothing to do a double-take over, nothing to comment on, it's just there... taking up space.

It spreads its' wings for just a second, letting its' inner beauty show. But then it's back to plain, back to ordinary. You can sit and stare at it for hours, never seeing another hint of that beauty. You would probably begin to wonder if you even saw it in the first place, or if you had only imagined it. Eventually it might begin to feel comfortable around you, spreading its' wings more often, mesmerizing you by the shocking beauty enclosed within such an ordinary shell.

No matter when or where it lands, it closes its' beauty off to the world. It waits, it shows its' beauty only selectively. Only those patient enough, inspired enough, persistant enough, determined enough, and deserving enough have the privelege to witness the astounding blue-ness that is the morpho's beauty.

I compare myself to a morpho not to call myself beautiful (those of you who know me, know that that is far from my opinion of myself). Rather, I compare myself to a morpho because there are a lot of people who only know me at face value, at that ordinary, unremarkable level.

There is more to me than that. The person I am inside is not easy for me to share with others. On their part, it takes a lot of time and patience, and they must earn my trust. By showing them who I am on the inside, I take a big risk. A risk of getting hurt.

The person I am inside is beautiful. But it is scarred by my insecurities, lack of confidence, and betrayals in my past. It is only when someone can see through all of my normalities that I believe them when they tell me that I am beautiful.

That means more to me than if I were beautiful to everyone. I like being able to close myself off, to just blend in.

I know that those who matter will always be able to see my beauty glimmering in the light.