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This story is told from Bubbles point of view. It is about her growing up into a teenager and switching from being an innocent child to the young woman that everyone will accept. She begins wearing makeup and the clothes that they like, becoming accepted because hse is just like them. But someone arrives, someone she knew closely in life and they are said to see that she has become just like everyone else. It may seem confusing, but I hope you get the deep meaning of it. Enjoy.
I do not own the Powerpuff Girls.
Smother my smile with a stick of color. Curl my lashes with a shadowy veil. Wear the garments and robes that they approve of. Then and only then will you grow. Escaping the pit of adolescence, I long to be one of them. With the lying happiness plastered 'cross their face, what better way to know of the truth of life?
But what of the innocence? Will it all fade away? Should I trade in my childish trinkets for that of maturity? Surely then all will fall into place. They will be proud, those perfect beings. The crisp dancing of their wandering thoughts will connect to mine and we will unite. I will be loved, adored even!
You're one of us, you're one of us, I hear them chant. I smile to reveal the perfect teeth and stand with the upmost posture to divulge a sculpted body, formed in the mold of maturity. My family, my friends, my enemies; they applaud with a thunderous rhythm beating to the clock of Life. Acceptance, acceptance; you have been chosen. Walk with perfection, laugh at meaningless inanity, be just like us, young girl. We shall shape you, rid you of the previous child once staining your existence.
Hush, hush, do you hear? The weeping that grows oh so near? Though I think I see, I am blind. I remove the cover shielding my eyes. What do I find, who do I seek? Why, none other than the one I knew with my heart so deep! Why do you cry? You weep, but why? Do you not see? I have been chosen! I am accepted. My peers, they adore for I have been enhanced. Though I know not of myself any longer, obviously I was flawed before. But now I have been restored.
Is that not correct, friends?
With a distant look plaguing their eyes, they neither agree nor step up to my aid. A statue, my fellow man you have become a statue. I turn to search, but you are no longer here. Brother, brother! Where have you strayed? I run, yet move nowhere. Help! Help! I have fallen! Lost in the raging flame, fearing the thought of being left out, I have run into this folly blindfolded. Forgive me! Forgive me! Hear my shouts and answer my plea! No, do not leave! I am dangling, preparing to fall!
Oh, help me please. I thought I was a child before, but now I am even more naïve. Though I thought they freed me from the rusty restraints of my adolescence, they merely hindered my innocence to their own liking. Is it too late? Can you not hear? My life is fleeting, the end is drawing near!
A shadow dances, a smile approaches. Just tell me this: is it that of my joyous friend or of my mocking enemy?
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