This bubble surrounds me,
It won’t let me go.
It suffocates me.
It won’t let me free.

I gasp for air,
Cry for help,
But no one yet comes.
So here am I lying still,
While everyone is having fun,
I’m stuck in my bubble.

I use my hands to pop this thing.
But it won’t let me out.
It stretches even more,
With all of these thoughts,
“You’re fat and gross”.

So here I am,
Trapped still in this big bubble,
With a balloon of hatred,
And finally I try to take my last breath,
But now I lay on the deathbed.