Immortal Me

I'm looking for an immortal butterfly
Just as the name implies,
It is a butterfly that will never die
Its transparent wings
Don't sparkle or shine
It quietly lives
Deceiving our human eyes
Sometimes it turns a passionate crimson
Sometimes a frozen clear blue
Sometimes a dull, earthy color
No one would call beautiful
Its wings change depending on its time and place
So the lucky people that are born to witness it
Know not that they have all
Seen the same butterfly
No one knows its true form
They don't know it exists
When they ceased to be dazzled
Its phantasmagoric wings
And accept the butterfly's real self
They won't know what to call it
And the name they will choose
"The Immortal Butterfly"
The human with transparent wings
Is it conceited to say, "it's me"?