Poem thing
I am not the best at poems so don't be to harsh I mostly did this cause I was bored so here is my poem.....
Bubbles
It's hard to think when we all are floating in our own little bubbles we don't even know it we collide with others and some infect us hurting our bubbles that once protected us. Then we stay in our troubled little bubble and not because we can't escape because we chose to stay with the people infecting us just making it worse. We hope one day that we stop the hurt it just goes away and for some it dose because they clean there bubbles and fix the trust. We all live in our own little bubbles since the day we our born. We can get them dirty and clean them up as much as we so chose but it is hard for a lot of people to do this for all they have seen is dirt and they believe that is all they will ever have.
