Reality and bubbles

Reality scares me. So i hide myself in a soap bubble, the clear image of a little me turned upside down. the bubble leans on a soft layer, but we all know how it ends, it will pop, eventually. it's not about egoism because the bubble envelops me, it doesn't trap you. It's just a soap bubble, and anyone can see through it, but on the inside i only see a blurred image of an outside that i don't recognize.