The Bubble

She grew inside of the bubble,

She liked to scoot to the edge of the bubble.

She always looked outside of the bubble,

The outside fascinated her.

She saw outside and saw people of different colors and languages.

She looked and saw the outsides struggles.

She inspected everything she could from inside of the bubble.

Though she did not know that the bubble distorted the outside view.

One day by luck she ventured outside of the bubble.

While she was daydreaming she accidently went outside of the bubble.

She looked outside from the outside and saw things clearly.

The outside was covered by a storm.

The ground was dilapidated.

The ground had holes of enormous sizes all around.

There were no plants nor buildings around her.

She saw a person bleeding on the ground.

She went to help them.

They led her to their home.

She walked for however long she did not long until she reached a cabin.

The cabin was way too small to be a home,

Or at least that's what she thought.

She went inside of the house.

She looked at the inside of this outside house.

The walls were made out of wood,

Though there was mold growing on the walls.

The inside only had a table and chair.

There was one small window.

She thought back to her house inside of the bubble.

Grand rooms, clean walls, comfy furniture.

She looked back at this house and saw the differences.

She realized her view from inside of the bubble was falsified.

She talked to the person she saved,

She learned their struggles.

She learned of the ravaging war.

She learned of the famine.

She wanted to go back in the bubble but the storm disallowed her.

Thus she resolved to wait until the storm finishes.

She lived inside of the outside house.

She ate their food, slept on the floor and learned scarcity.

As soon as the storm passed she went back inside of the bubble.

She saw the massive differences between the inside and the outside.

She looked at everything with different eyes.

She decided to tell everyone inside of the bubble about the situation outside.

She announced her experiences of the outside.

She told them the problems she saw.

She pleaded with them to realize the difference between the inside of the bubble.

But they all did not believe her as they reasoned that they already knew the outside.

They thought that they everything because they were seeing through rose-colored glasses.

She told them over and over that they were not seeing the actual truth.

She pleaded with them to no avail.

She realized that she couldn't make them understand no matter what she does.

She gave up on this bubble as there did not seem to be anyone who believed her.

She decided to venture outside and try to get through to other people of different bubbles.

She did not know that her struggled had lighten a fuse.

A fuse that would eventually bring down the bubble that divided the out and the in.