"Wrap me up tightly in my feelings for you, A warm, safe cocoon. Nothing can harm me here" - Indeed a cocoon spun out of emotions is never a permanent home, but a guise of false comfort. Emotional belonging is never lasting, not the warmth nor the coldness, "Emerge blinking in the bright light To the realization that I don’t need you Transformed by my cocoon Of feelings into a cold, hard bitch" - such rapid changes are inevitable when dependant on the ebb and flow of mood capable of changing in the blink of an eye with the emergence of any relative consuming association. You speak of true obstacles, the metaphor of the cocoon is very relatable for me in this context, we most often die in these self spun cocoons, never breaking free, never released from these walls we build ourselves which prevent us from living. Nicely done! :-)

I like this in the fact that I can relate to this so much. Feels can change in such a short span of time. Good piece! One line stuck out to me, though, and seemed a bit awkward: Start me spinning violently