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

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