Bubble Girl Poem by Riley Choma

I wasn't sheltered.


Sometimes I wonder if that is the reason I became a bubble girl; a fragile girl.

A bubble of anger, a bubble of tears, a girl ready to burst; a bubble.

I was a bubble girl; a fragile girl.

Sometimes I wonder if the bubble was the reason I use drown in calories.

A bubble hiding things that hurt me, a bubble hiding my flesh and bones.

I was the girl afraid of the world.

Sometimes I wonder if I ever truly escaped.

A bubble of delusion, a bubble hiding my inner voice.