POEM STARTER

Submitted by Oddity

Write a poem or short story about someone who lives alone in a bubble.

This could be real or metaphorical.

Fuzzy, Laughing Silhouettes

“It’s easier this way,

It’s better for everyone,

It’s better for me,”

That’s what they say.


But I am not sure if I believe them.

Who knows how many lies they have told,

And how many they continue to say.


They keep me —

My “sick, fragile” body —

In this blurry bubble.

I wish I knew what they looked like.


They don’t tell me how to clean the film.

They don’t give me the correct supplies.

I can’t see properly.


What do they all look like?

What am I doing right?

Am I doing anything right?

Will they tell me?


I hear them all giggling,

And I see their fuzzy silhouettes pointing,

At the weird girl in a bubble.


I’m all alone,

Will someone be my friend?

Will anyone talk to me?

Or will they just watch and laugh?


Please teach me how to look after they bubble.

I want to look at them all,

I want be human.


I want to prove them wrong.

I’m not the “sick, fragile person,”

That they all make me out to be.

I want them to see.


They will see me,

I am human too,

I can be human too,

Can I be human too?



_(I like this // I think it can be interpreted as metaphorical and literal it’s cool but idk please tell me!)_

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