Living in a big world, 

I was once a stubborn child. 

I closed the door from reality 

and played for a little while. 

 

I once didn't care about the world, 

or what people thought of me. 

I enjoyed living in a cocoon 

where I could be carefree. 

 

Nothing lasts forever 

as the years passed. 

Memories were stored in boxes, 

and my cocoon was breaking at last. 

 

As I was growing up, 

I learned to open my mind 

and accepted different ideas 

in this changing time. 

 

From taking criticism

to questioning my beliefs, 

I became independent, 

a wonderful relief. 

 

From doing laundry 

to living in a dorm, 

Responsibilities came and went 

as they became the norm. 

 

Making tough decisions, 

I survived through the day, 

improving my writing and school work 

every step along the way. 

 

At first, I was uncomfortable 

for entering into real life. 

Anxiety surrounded me, 

hitting me in one fight. 

 

I felt like giving up 

like a house ready to collapse, 

but I kept my chin high 

and moved forward from the past. 

 

Now everyday is a journey 

that I treasure in my heart. 

I retain my childhood memories 

as I already come this far. 

 

Breaking from my cocoon, 

I shoot for the sky. 

I am now an adult 

as I tell my younger years goodbye.