The Bubble (original poem)

Rising up slowly
Slowly rising up
Up Up Up
In a bubble

My cares are free
I never knew that I would be
Still
So still
Afraid my bubble might pop
And all that’s not
For the world to see
May truly be
Me indeed

For they never knew
The me they see
The deceit, the lies, the trouble
Never knew what life is like for me
Here inside this bubble

Neither do they care
Always hating, complaining
Quick to judge
And they tell me never to hold a grudge?

Is it fair?
Well I care
And I rise up
Up Up Up
In my bubble

My cares are free
I’m free to be me
But to them I’ll be
The me they see
The me inside the bubble

Creator: Amarie

Thanks for visiting! Here are some more of my poems for your enjoyment, enlightenment or entertainment:

• Devouring Reflection (motion poem)

• The Bird Arrival (motion poem)

• Twisted (audio poem)

• Somewhere In Time (with video of song that inspired the poem)