Bubbles

Here's a free verse effort from when I was a lonely teenager. lol.

BUBBLES (14 April, 2003)

How am I supposed to understand
The things you say
The things you do

I know that you are speaking
I can hear the words you say
I see your lips moving

But it all means nothing to me.

How am I supposed to comprehend
Anything beyond myself
When I am wrapped in bubbles

People can see me
But they cannot touch

This is my bubbleworld
In bubblewrap

Untouchable
Unreachable

They are supposed to protect me
... the bubbles

But I feel suffocated.

(c) Lillian Martin