I pull and tear at the shroud that wraps me. Claw and gouge at it until it breaks open. Like a cocoon that keeps a Butterfly, I tear at the shell that binds me. I am too constricted and my wings cannot find the sun. I want to feel the warmth of a new thing and become something other than I am supposed to be. So I struggle to shed my skin that has kept me closed up for too long. I want to know other people and to be as they are. I want to express myself and let my ideas flow, but none of this can happen unless I am willing to fight and grow beyond my own skin.