I can seem a little uptight.
I can fall whilst I'm standing upright.
My eyes shine but it really ain't that bright.
I'm wary, staying up all night.
Like a flock of birds, I'm taking flight.
No venom, but I give a lot of bite.
If you can't see, I'll give you my insight.
I'm always ready and gearing up for a fight.
I'm standing down; falling from a height.
I'm pulled and pushed by strings, a damn kite.
I see darkness even in the light.
"She can." "She can't." I just might.
"You're more than happy." Really quite.
Even doing wrong, I feel completely alright.
Bat-shit blind but with so much sight.
Small but not at all slight.
In blackness, only seeing the colour white.

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The First Fifty Pages Of Me by Nailinthewall
PoetryThis is all the weird things I think and what I will never say. And my personal journey in my last year of school.