Popping Bubbles

Mon, 04/18/2016 - 01:00 -- JoyL

Bottled in with nowhere to go.

Feelings mixed, and time’s going slow.

My Friends were divided,

But my Bullies got excited.

 

Mean girls, popular; long hair curled, gossipers.

Mean boys, rowdy; loud, rude words annoyed me.

 

Teasing drew out a tittering laugh from me.

I didn’t know where I wanted to be.

Holding it in, guilty as I was.

Keeping quiet, as I gave myself a pause.

 

Restrained below the surface, my heart burst.

My fake smiles saved me at my worst.

 

And I decided.

 

Kaleidoscopic emotions reflected off my eyes.

Facades and masks, I’ll wave my good-byes.

 

Time to pop the bubble surrounding me,

trapping me in false reality.

Say my words out loud,

disregard standards in society.

 

Escape.

Self-expression.

That’s what I wanted:

Through Song,

through Dance,

through Poetry.

All for the sake of the truest Me I could ever be.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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