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...

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