She wondered when the invisible feeling would go away.  When she'd feel like a part of society again.  Her heart beginning to feel the cracks from the past.  Feeling it begin to empty with each tear.  And each day the silence grew more and more.  Her sense of being whole was beginning to fade, and she was starting to wonder if this was all just a part of the viscous cycle, she knew as life.  So, she began to remember the past.  The hurt, the pain, the laughter, the smiles, the loneliness, the struggles.  She traced the old scars that lined her body.  Each one a specific memory of a time of hurt.  She just wanted to escape.  To become something new.  To become the butterfly that she'd be waiting to become.  Yet, she couldn't.  She'd been stuck in this cocoon for so long, and each day that passed she became weaker.  She was pounding on the walls, but she couldn't get out.  And now she fears this is where she'll die.