When her bubble burst

Her little bubble burst

And out came reality.

On all she trusts

Remained little clarity.

The bubble was filled 

Of joys and happy endings

Around her they chilled

For a share of the sweet candy.

The bubble gave her many best friends

Who would praise her for whatever she was;

Few who were but brutally frank

Who wouldn't butter her up for all cost.

But the bubble ,like it always does, burst

When it reached the ground below.

All the besties ran away first

And left behind were the blunt fellows.

She swore not to listen

To the plain spoken who did not praise

For she still believed she could glisten

The bubble back to shape.

She went as far as she could

To live the lie which had but died.

All that could be done she would

For the luxury had taken toll on her mind.

She would try to get back the bubble

With all wrong tries,

While the life she had had turned into rubble

And reality for her had become a lie.

So reluctant she was 

To keep her fame alive,

That the lack of it caused

her to give up on dear life.

All that lives now is stone

With her named carved all over it.

Her life that could have been torn,

For by fear of reality she was bit.

Oh! But what fate 

her death did hold;

Her funeral didn't consist of her mates,

But the frank ones she had disowned.