Caterpillar on a Thread

mental state spider = pretty much negativity all the negativity keeps company with others to mope along with it in the corner, while the caterpillar is giving off the im

I am a caterpillar on thread.

at first site you see the spider

hiding in the dark corner, luring in prey to it's negative ways

other's become interested in the lonesome corner, filled with pessimistic others  who've gotten tied up there as well, and so there, you'll find the misery with their company.

Then there's the caterpillar.

almost floating in mid-air, it'd seem

and everyone waits and waits for the caterpillar to evolve to an extravagant natural beauty of nature

it's still, waiting.

giving off the lovely impression of child-like wonder, dreams, hopes, and all else the others around envy for.

Although it's an illusion.

The caterpillar lies patient near the web, seeming to be possibly forming it's cocoon soon to become who it's always meant to be. To flutter from smile to smile on each child and give compliment to each flower it settles on.

Although the cocoon will never appear. The wings will never appear.

It may be hard to see, because of how far it seems to be from the others, but one thread still remains

one thread leaving the caterpillar to hang along with the others.

one thread leaving it to struggle, as it still brings optimistic thoughts to everyone who waits for a change

one thread leaving it to die, waiting until the spider caves in and makes it's final move to wrap and consume the creature that came so close to being truly beautiful. To being complete.

But no one will notice the individual thread

no one will realize the suffering of the caterpillar until the spiders come to make it clear

Author's Note

mental state
spider = pretty much negativity
all the negativity keeps company with others to mope along with it in the corner, while the caterpillar is giving off the impression that all pain, including it's own, will come to an end, things will get better, things will become more beautiful. But while it passes on the happiness to others, and the hope for things as such to others, secretly, it's suffering. Now the only thing to make it obvious now is if people happen to come by and watch the "spider" cave in and consume the caterpillar, as it will do to the others who have already made their way in the corner...
I got this idea from literally seeing a caterpillar hang from one thread attached to a web i couldn't find, and I've been going through some bad shit. So then I remembered that, and saw that it could relate.
Sorry for any grammar issues and everything. I hope you enjoy the free-versed poem