As they sit and feel the tears stream down their face like the running faucet
At this point with all the thoughts in their head they've felt like they've lost it
Because the bubbles are just a near image of their life,
When you look at it from the distance they are beautiful and fun but after a while they die.
But as they sit in that water there's that split second where they can just slip into the water and end it all.
All the pain and suffer,
All the judgement and lack of acknowledgement.
In that split second they could end it all just like you can end the bath by pulling the drain stop.
See the bubbles are perfect to the persons standards but your life isn't.
They tell you to talk like a "women" but don't ever break don't ever break down like one or you have no back bone.
They want you to dress like a 1950s house wife as society tells you to dress like a stripper on holt.
They make the standards to where you can't reach them,
They make them so you question wether you are like the rest and if you're not then you're nothing,
Nothing representing the food on a fat girls plate,
Because society tells her if shes not skinny then she is worthless.
Worthless like the skinny girl imagines her self because she's not curvy like other girls,
Because they know that's what society says will find them happiness.
So those girls go home and sit in the bath make little patterns in there arms because the pain brings them back to reality.
Because the only thing that society can't change is the blood in there skin,
So they sit and stair thinking wow she , the one that had this blood I miss her,
But she's to far gone because society drowned her in the bath tub.
Along with the lifeless zombie society created as she watched the rivers of red flow because she couldn't reach society's standards.
But guess what, the bubbles lasted a bit longer than her life in that tub.