Cocoon Poem by Jenna Dandurand

Thoughts dance
through my empty little head
and words float
through both ears.
Nothing is really
registering to me.
I don't know,
not really,
not ever.
Every piece of advice
I flick off, thinking
that I am perfect,
that nothing bad could
happen to me.
I'm on top
of the world, and
no one can get me
in my safe cocoon
of unawareness.
There's no war.
There's no hate.
Just me in my shell.
And when my shell
breaks,
I know that I'll
die
from the pain of knowing
that my safe cocoon
did nothing for me
at all.
In fact, I will discover
that my cocoon,
my safe,
warm,
cozy cocoon,
just ruined me
thoroughly.
It's time for me
to get
out.