Some days I'm up,
And others I'm down.
Some days I am a full cup,
Others I am a half-empty frown.
Some days I have a bounce in my step,
Others I want to bounce back in bed.
Occasionally the wall is my enemy
Others I am camouflaged against it
Occasionally I just wish I could flee
And others I don't know if I fit.
Occasionally my fist bounces off the wall
Others I wonder how far will I bounce off the ground
When I plummet I bounce back
Just to be pulled down again
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Vague
PoetryHave you ever talked to yourself in your thoughts? Maybe thought someone could be listening?
