I fell sometime ago
Don't know why, or how, but I know I fell and I know it hurt
Now I'm at the bottom of a seemingly endless mountain
I know that if I make it to the top, the sun can trap me in it's warm embrace and I can be free
But I can't see the sun all the way down here
I must climb...
I place my hand on one side of the mountain, then the other
I put a foot on the mountain, and pull, but I fall again
After many attempts (and many failures) I collapse out of frustration and exhaustion
I decide to take a break, resting my back against this despicably lovely mountain
And there, in the sunlight, I see perfect, glistening marble stairs
Leading me directly where I need to go
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The Ballads of a Manic Teen in a Conformed Society
PoetrySometimes my thoughts start going faster than I can keep up with, so I write a poem when i'm manic in the hope that someone will read it and feel a little bit better about themselves. Or maybe I write in order for me to feel better about myself, or...
