The world around me is full of glass bubbles,
stronger than soap and yet too fragile to cuddle.
I exist in a place of friendship and foes,
daily struggles and exaggerated woes.
I live in a home of joy and despair
fury and fancy tainting the air.
I walk through the hallways of expectation and glee
bullying and brownnosing floating ‘round me.
I dance through the field of knowledge and learning,
while all through the world changes are churning.
Laughing at the way time is forever recast
I read you this poem of my present and past.