Like a rooster waking before sunrise
My soul has finally awaken
The plastic bubble around me has been popped, 
and suddenly, I’m not protected anymore.

My smile has gone schizophrenic with new personalities-
frown, smirk, astonishment, sadness
are seen everyday across my visage.
Words and phrases touch my clean ears
like scalding coals.
Images and visions
scar my green eyes, marring their clarity.

I want my bubble back!

Send my smile back to therapy
to lose the other personalities, I only want one.
Give me ice to cool the burns
But that would all be too easy.

The scars on my eyes won’t fade
They are no longer naive
I’m growing out of my bubble world.
Look at the yellow flecks 
drowning in emerald.
My eyes show I’ve changed.

I can never go back.

*I wrote this in 5-8 minutes.  It was a homework assignment
I'd forgotten to do, and wrote it waiting for the bell to
ring.*