The bubble that surrounds me
The transparency of the bubble that surrounds me,
Doesn't helps the people to see what my life is actually.
I hear my name in most glorious hallways,
But my perfection is an act and I will remain a wreck always.
My smile is so bright that it blinds people for good measure,
No one notes my wounded lips and all they keep saying is "Her life is a treasure"
I just want this bubble to burst,
I am sick of playing this role in which I am thrust.
I just want to be the plain, simple once happy me,
And not care an ounce about what people say or see.