Wake-up call.

Inside a bubble.
I once belonged there.
In the small, magical world of mine,
droplets of rain were like heart-shaped balloons, enchantingly
fell from the velvety baby-blue clouds made of yummy marshmallows.

There,

I was crowned The Jewel of Fantasyland.

Exemplary wisdom, faultless beauty and meritorious sense,

I had it all.

Unexpectedly,
someone injected a markedly toxic needle
into the dainty bubble and it shattered.

Like a booming thunder,

it now strikes me hard that I'm just me.

Plain, inept and second-best.