She is stuck in a bubble, floating to keep up with her friends who “live life to the fullest”. Although she can see clearly, she isn’t able to “break free”. Between school work, family, and those silly friends, she is never able to be herself. But she doesn’t exactly see that she isn’t herself.
She dreams every night of being a parakeet in a cage. Tweeting and screeching and crying for help, but never trying to free her. She is always dependent on other people who could care less for her.
She wants to be friendly to the new girl, but the bubble directs her to the popular table. She wants to get closer to her family, but that selfish, stubborn bubble would start squeezing itself tighter. So tight that she suffocates and has to walk away in order for that bubble to open up again and let her take a shaky breath of stiff air.
She had wanted to be an actress so badly ever since she was five that she even learned how to cry on command. While it was handy for a while, her parents eventually caught on and put a stop to it. She can never try out for drama because she is always busy. No one would support her. Nobody though she was good enough for it. “Just stick to running, you’re good at that. Isn’t that enough?” people would say. Again, the acting talent she knew was in her took over as she nodded her head and agreed, but in the inside she was saying you’re wrong, you’re wrong, you’re wrong!
The bubble made her weak. It sucked the energy right out of her. She didn’t even realize how weak she was because the bubble had all control over her.
Now she realizes, though. She sees what evil plans the bubble has for her. She sees how many wrong things she has done since this bubble started forming. She sees how different her life might be if she wasn’t crushed down.
Each day she works on deflating the bubble, one needle poke at a time, one slap of reality at a time. She makes a comeback. She listens to her heart and doesn’t let the opinion of others carve her life. The bubble grows smaller, not tighter. The shields grow stronger.
And the bubble? You mean this society, right? Well it doesn’t control her life anymore.
She dreams every night of being a parakeet in a cage. Tweeting and screeching and crying for help, but never trying to free her. She is always dependent on other people who could care less for her.
She wants to be friendly to the new girl, but the bubble directs her to the popular table. She wants to get closer to her family, but that selfish, stubborn bubble would start squeezing itself tighter. So tight that she suffocates and has to walk away in order for that bubble to open up again and let her take a shaky breath of stiff air.
She had wanted to be an actress so badly ever since she was five that she even learned how to cry on command. While it was handy for a while, her parents eventually caught on and put a stop to it. She can never try out for drama because she is always busy. No one would support her. Nobody though she was good enough for it. “Just stick to running, you’re good at that. Isn’t that enough?” people would say. Again, the acting talent she knew was in her took over as she nodded her head and agreed, but in the inside she was saying you’re wrong, you’re wrong, you’re wrong!
The bubble made her weak. It sucked the energy right out of her. She didn’t even realize how weak she was because the bubble had all control over her.
Now she realizes, though. She sees what evil plans the bubble has for her. She sees how many wrong things she has done since this bubble started forming. She sees how different her life might be if she wasn’t crushed down.
Each day she works on deflating the bubble, one needle poke at a time, one slap of reality at a time. She makes a comeback. She listens to her heart and doesn’t let the opinion of others carve her life. The bubble grows smaller, not tighter. The shields grow stronger.
And the bubble? You mean this society, right? Well it doesn’t control her life anymore.
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