The Goldfish

Sometimes she gazes at the world

outside her glass cage and reminisces on

how insignificant she is 

in a world that can only neglect and belittle

 

She desires a language that 

the world can comprehend

but she only speaks in bubbles

engaging in unfathomable conversation

 

The world jeers and ransacks her cage

yet the cage doesn’t break 

even though she hopes that it does;

at least then she will be free

 

She remains in a bubble that she deems oppressive

but she forgets that it was there

to shield her from the immoral

transgressions of the world

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This poem is about: 
Me
Our world
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Comments

carissas.creations

This is lovely. Great job writing on an imporant issue in this world today.

tashasondakh

thank you <3 this means so much!!

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