Metamorphosis

 Everything I’m capable of, I believe someone else can do, if not better. I am a human that doesn’t know how to behave as one. A monkey that feels like a human, although it is clearly nothing more than a monkey that whines and aggressively scratches its body when agitated. Its monkey friends laugh at it, inquiring why it is acting so peculiarly. It’s a monkey that believes it can accomplish anything a human can. Except, I’m a human being who can achieve anything— but I believe I’m a monkey capable of nothing.