Bubbles

This is actually extremely old. Like 2007 old lol and it’s obvious by the way I typed and my spelling.

there are a number of reasons y people call me Bubbles but i have specific reasons y i go by it. usually i just tell people, “it’s because i’m such a happy person, i’m bubbly,” well yeah that’s partially tru. one of my friends actually sumed it up pretty good… and she didnt even know it. she wrote me a poem and here it is… this is why I’M BuBbLe$…

Beautiful Person So helpful and yet free

But the Pain Deep inside from which she cannot flee

Makes her tear at night and no one seems to Know

For her Pain deep inside her She Will Not show

In the Presence of a man is when she feels So Safe and

Her moans are Actual Pain that she tries to cover but cannot Erase

Nobody seems to Know the Real Person that Lies within

They Only See her Smile that Lights up a dark room

She’s Hurting, Lost And Confused and no one Knows why

All she can do is Lay in the Bed And Cry

A Beautiful Person So Helpful and yet free

But there is Pain Deep inside from which she cannot flee

… in case u didnt see the connection… when u actually see bubbles they’re beautiful and usually make people happy, they’re fun. but before bubbles are blown and actually made there’s nothin but soapy liquid, nothin solid. yes i seem to have it all together (like a solid substance), on top of tha world, and just this wonderful person… but i’m just effervescent in the presence of others. people see my bubbles, but they dont see me*