She grew up living in a bubble

She always believed she wasn’t subtle

All her life, she had been troubled

Sometimes she steps out of her shell

Other times, she can’t seem to be so well

Her tears are quiet and her smile is not swell

She often wonders if she’s anything at all

She never is with friends

And she can never seem to blend in with the crowd

She often asks what is wrong with her

She often wonders why she isn’t special

All this time, she had been in this bubble

“I’ll never amount to anything.” She says.

“I’m a nobody, nothing special.”

She can never find the right path

She has lived inside a bubble all her life

She had been told she was to become a beloved wife

Is that what she wants?

Probably not

She’s been in a bubble for a long time

This time, though…

Perhaps, she should

Just unwind….