A high,
Higher than a skyscraper,
Makes me think I could fly,
Will you catch me?Despite all the delusions,
That I can't see through,
The euphoria is addicting,
And I can't slow down.Watching the world crash down,
Before my eyes,
I let out crazed laughter,
As it all burns down.My life burns to the ground,
But I don't care,
As long as this feeling doesn't stop,
Even if it kills me.-Angela M. Sekelsky
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"Higher Than a Skyscraper"
PoésieThis is a poem about bipolar mania. This isn't how the poem was supposed to go, but this is how it turned out.