Finally I can put a finger on it  
& it’s tragic
Maybe my friends are ashamed of me
But what can I do about it Father
But take it with a smile
Tell myself it’s a lie
They’re playing with you, kid
like I am used to all this kidding
like it’s too soon
to be going back to my Cocoon  
and when I leave the room
I’m getting bored
I know, I’m being ignored
When I was so scared of the dark
I taught myself darkness was beautiful  
Now I cannot leave it
There are whispers on the street
So unkind & cruel, it feels, so I
run as fast as I can,  
ignore all the streetlights.
it's never too soon
I’m going back to my cocoon