For the first twelve years of my life,
There was no direct purpose in existing.
But then—
on the night of my thirteenth,
butterfly wings sprouted
from my back.

I got my own garden to tend.

"why are you crying you shouldnt cry its useless stop crying stop crying"

stop crying 

"Riches, prestige, everything can be lost. 

But the happiness in your own heart can only be dimmed;