My bubble will pop,
It hurts.
It’s okay for now, made of steel.
The more you shake it
The more I doubt it’s durability
Rose coloured glasses,
They said
I’m fragile,
They said.
I am.
If you drop a plate, it chips.
When it finally cracks,
You put gold in the crevasses,
Say that it makes it more beautiful.
Load of *******,
I said.
Rose coloured glasses,
They said
You’ve changed,
They said
You’re stronger now,
They said.
Life,
It shakes my bubble
So hard sometimes, it makes me fear earthquakes less.
See, I need my glasses to see.
Rose,
Blu-ish…
Did you know green’s my favourite colour?
Green coloured glasses.
The grass is always greener in someone else’s yard.
Seems everyone’s bubble has popped
They’re waiting for mine to drop.
It doesn’t **** you but it hurts like a *****