I wasn't sheltered.
Sometimes I wonder if that is the reason I became a bubble girl; a fragile girl.
A bubble of anger, a bubble of tears, a girl ready to burst; a bubble.
I was a bubble girl; a fragile girl.
Sometimes I wonder if the bubble was the reason I use drown in calories.
A bubble hiding things that hurt me, a bubble hiding my flesh and bones.
I was the girl afraid of the world.
Sometimes I wonder if I ever truly escaped.
A bubble of delusion, a bubble hiding my inner voice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The pain of suffering, nevertheless it was written beautifully..10+