Butterfly Trapped In Its Cocoon

I wish I could tell you.

“I got out a long time ago”

Popped out made my impression on the world by now.

But I haven’t.

You see I’m the kid from school,

Who had spurts of sociably,

But it was overshadowed by the awkwardness.

When I was younger, I heard.

“You made me wanna drink”

That was a teacher so it makes you think.

So after that,

I went into my cocoon.

Sealed within the walls,

Of self-doubt, depression.

The mixture inside was a,

Messed up self-perception.

I’ve been in there this whole time.

I’m searching for a way out.

My wings of confidence still growing in.

I need to grow like a rose in a garden.

Yet my surroundings have been unhealthy.

Droughts, Heatwaves, brutal blizzards.

What emotional seasons.

So I did what I could to adapt,

because in life that's how you survive.

My cocoon molded me and shaped me in ways,

A defense mechanism.

That’s what this is,

It’s a living but…

Like I said I’m more like the butterfly,

trapped in its cocoon.