We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human

Re:cognize

If a caterpillar was to sit before you, would you be able to foretell what color butterfly he will turn out to be?
If you saw a blue egg on the ground, would you guess an orange bird would come out of it?
Would you still recognize that butterfly among other butterflies?
Even when that orange bird flies around with it's friends and doesn't come back until summer?
Would you recognize me even when I'm diagnosed with something common?
Would I still seem the same to you when I cry for no reason or am sad to the point of my personality changing?
Can you tell it's still Vloria even if she tries to commit suicide and cries when she fails? Leaving nothing but scars behind to whisper the stories?
Would you love her if she tries again?
I hope you can still recognize me for me.
I hope you still recognize me when I can't recognize myself.
I hope you see me and not the flutter of stories of ones who fly with the same colors as me.
I hope you recognize me for me and not my disease. I know I don't smile the same or look the same but I hope you can still see me for me.