Transformation: A Poem

My tears trickle down my cheeks
The way blood drips out of a wound
the dearest parts of my soul
Are empty shells that litter the floor
Am I even human any more?

For so long I hated the skin I was in
Felt that every breath I drew was a sin
In the mirror, I could not meet my gaze
But now I see my eyes glisten
In some new way, I'm in a daze
Can I erase everything that was written?

Inside me there is a profound emptiness
But I may be a shining chrysalis
And now I think of transformation