Poems and stuff

Bubbles

I lived in a bubble made of glass and steel

that could only be broken by my will.

It gave me a chance to be alone and heal,

while it forced me to always sit still.

I lived in a bubble made by past heartbreaks

that shielded me from outside,

but with this, I cannot learn from my mistakes.

All I can do is hide.

I lived in a bubble made of struggles,

the stuff that didn't go my way.

Also, the choices that made me stumble,

the things I never got a say.

I lived in a bubble made of all these tings

that I always felt was indestructible

and would forever shield me from the stings

but would always remain to be invisible.

Outside lied friends and family

who had waited patiently for me,

waiting for me to come easily,

and for myself to finally see

that mostly, a bubble can drive you mad

more than it could push you to happiness

and that some sadness will in time be had,

but it will not be only gloominess.

So, please, watch as colour covers your bubble,

and as cracks appear, helping you break free.

Please, enjoy destroying the bubble's rubble

and being granted as able to see

that life is limited,

and it's not worth it to live it all inside a bubble.