cocoon

Sometimes I feel like a cocoon. That hides from the world. Sometimes I want to break out. Then sometimes, I tried to stay in. Because afraid of letting myself down. Feel guilty about being me. Fearful of what people think of me. So I stay to myself. Stay in my cocoon is my safe zone. No one sees the inner me. Just trying to find who I am. What is my calling in life? It always is me and my feeling—no one who can't accept my voice. No one sees the beauty in me. That considers a cocoon without any colors. It's like there don't hate truth in me. Make me feel guilty for being me. So I sat in my cocoon and expressed myself by writing. Close my eye to see me as a butterfly. To express myself with words I write. Because you never see the true beauty in me. So now I am alone. You put douth in me. So I can't show the world the real me. So you can see douth who I am. You only see our beauty. Not the beauty of who I am inside. One day I will be that beautiful butterfly. You will south that two. I must step out to be the person I was meant to be without worrying if I can't speak. I have to make my dream to reality. I don't feel guilty putting myself first. Worried about them, look at me with doubt. I realize I don't wan