The Goldfish

Sometimes she gazes at the world

outside her glass cage and reminisces on

how insignificant she is 

in a world that can only neglect and belittle


She desires a language that 

the world can comprehend

but she only speaks in bubbles

engaging in unfathomable conversation


The world jeers and ransacks her cage

yet the cage doesn’t break 

even though she hopes that it does;

at least then she will be free


She remains in a bubble that she deems oppressive

but she forgets that it was there

to shield her from the immoral

transgressions of the world

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Our world
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This is lovely. Great job writing on an imporant issue in this world today.


thank you <3 this means so much!!

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