Protect the Bubble
What Finding Safety in Solitude Feels Like
Protect the bubble.
The bubble mustn't explode.
It can be strengthened by familiar patterns
Or bumps in the road
Made at your own leisure.
Your concern isn't contagious.
Others want to pop your bubble.
Are there risks for your protection?
Scowls will multiply like rabbits
From your dedication and fear.
Silence becomes your teddy bear
So you won't repeat replacing comfort with guilt
After saying the wrong things before.
You're the new "Mr. Contemptible"
All because the one thing they care about
Is forcing you to deal with and be like them
All for their amusement of your discomfort.
If you're really more "someone" than "burden" to them,
They'd approach you armed with reasons for you to confide in them
Instead of using their familiar weapons
To yank you out of the bubble
Or wrecking ball the walls that protect it.
Unless you want to hand your strings
To someone who'll shove you in their ideals,
Get back to upgrading ASAP
About the Creator
Monique Star
I'm not the most sophisticated adult out there. I'm also not the best at communicating all the time, but I do try my best to get my thoughts out there into the world verbally or nonverbally.
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