Like a Butterfly

Now I have my own wings...
just like a butterfly, coming out from its pupa ready to fly and show-off her beautiful wings.
But I'm afraid.
Afraid that maybe the reason I look good is not because of me.
Because I was under my es-boss's wings..
I got all the sympathy I act based on what I've been told to.
But now,
I have to fly on my own
where nobody will tell me where or how to fly
Nobody will call me back if I flew to wrong direction
Like a beautiful butterfly who thought she's the most beautiful of all and she flew to where others won't
And die at nobody's know..