My Bubble
With COVID
you have to stay tight in a bubble
while it may seem difficult for some
for me, I have little trouble.
It is very hard for me to make friends
so a lot of the time I feel alone
I have no one to talk to
so I find myself buried in my phone.
At school I am energetic
I always find my self talking
but when the bell for the end of class rings
alone, I find myself walking.
My parents ask how my day was
I say the usual, "good"
when it really was not all that great
but how "good" is walking with my face hidden in my hood?
This poem is about:
Me