My Bubble

My sanctuary from failure....my own little guardian of denial that shields me from the harm....my little lullaby that sings me to my lonely sleep....my savior that delivers me from the naysayers...my own little world of my beautiful creation that no one is allowed to enter....my sweet dreams from the nightmares of reality...I stay in you because the fear consumes me....I run to you when the worldly ones have been cruel to me....I long for you when chaos ensues around unfamiliar territory....you are my safeguard from living...my fortress of the oblivious...my reason for no longer trying to adapt to the people's Earth....my bubble loves me...my bubble protects...my bubble lingers...my bubble is always there for me to step into....into a world of my creation...a world where I have already succeeded and am not only striving to.....a world where my outer beauty matches the inner...a world where I am lusted and feared...a world where I am my family's savior and dark knight....this is my bubble...this is my world..but when reality calls, I must step out into the light and see that my bubble is not the world...it is the time capsule that holds promise and guards me from the then and now....and the then and now is bleak at times...but in my conscious, I know that one day my bubble will be my world....and theirs....but for now, my bubble must remain in the dark.....but just for now.....