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.