A poem about a group of teenagers from a sheltered community. |
Highlands Ranch We are the bubble people Encased in our own dreams With money flowing from our pockets Seeing life with rose tinted glasses With roses in our ears And in between our teeth We are the beautiful people Who don’t know what its like To be dirty, torn and left behind This is how you see us We who hide in our glass houses We of the high pedestal Who have so far to fall Our society and authority May be blind But we are not For we, the bubble children Have seen all that is exiled With our parent’s money We eat our lives away As we stand face to face with vanity And feel so lonely that its sick With needles in our veins We forget to feel And we don’t get caught We’re allowed to slowly kill ourselves Because of what we have Because we, the bubble children Could never do what we are doing And when we’re hanging from the rafters Or having pills pumped from our hearts They seem oh so surprised When we all knew what was happening Behind the gilded doors But who are we to speak out Us perfect, shining bubble people They clamp their hands over our mouths Like the boys in the rear seats Who are entitled to take everything Because their blood is rich And ‘no’ means less than air For our reputation means more to them Then our innocence and our virginity As long as no one hears of evil Then there is none But tell that to the girl Who knows porcelain bowls as friends And tell that to the jock Who knows what its like to sweat and bleed To please everyone but himself To the bubble kids in jail Hidden in ditches Hidden in rehab To the bubble kids in homes Covered with bruises From fists, booze and words Tell us that we know nothing of pain Tell us that we know nothing And its true that we know nothing of you But we are the bubble people And we didn’t ask to be You may have the world to fight in But we only have each other And we’re eating each other alive Because you put us on this pedestal Hemmed in all our secrets And we, the bubble children Know what it’s like to be trapped. |