Cocoon

Smiling away

Stuck in a cycle

Earning their pay

The same expressions recycled

A feel of dull colors

No escape from the future

A mirage of numbers

Where is the humor?

A transformation

From caterpillar to butterfly

Our parents' creation

But I don't want to fly

Anxiety and fear

The future awaits

Pending doom is near

An open gate

Is this how it feels?

To be big, and grown?

Finally, revealed

And I feel on my own