I'Ma Boutta Bubble Baby

Phobias since age 5 
Of germs
Of space
Of people
Social anxiety
Put me in a bubble early 
Seems noone can get close 
aquintances try to stick 
Like glue ,Only temporary
Like rubber hitting rubber 
Bouncing bubble derby balls
Race begins
All emotions rebound off other bubbles 
Finally I begin to feel vibrations stick 
Realization sets and sits 
The key was in my face since 5 years age?!?
The frequencies you put out always rebounded off this perfectly rounded box .why?
Suddenly it hits me and sticks
The bubble is not a bubble at all
Though original vision was a physical exterior bubble 
It is actually a box 
Nothing tangible of course
Engineered Man-made Mental prison that I've accidentally outsmarted. 
First thought stepping outside into REALality
Have i outsmarted myself? and broke a man made prison engineered by yours truly .
ME. REALLY!?! 
Was I my own worst enemy ?
or is the enemy just that good.?
 physcological warfare? maybe?
Which leads me to wonder... if it is...
who put him in his bubble? 
Sadistic mastermind
Tis thyself very own motherboard?
Hmm.. ?  Ha!! Well who cares.
No worries. 
Minds maytrick sometimes.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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