I am the type of person
Who stays a float, mid air.
And when I have decided
I fall with out a care.
I smile without a reason;
Never could explain.
But when I lose my secret high
I can’t help but complain.
I only whine in fragments,
It’s hard to say in full.
I’m always so afraid
That I will sound too dull.
Don’t dare to bore my friends
With weaknesses that hide.
Sometimes it’s not a problem,
So why ruin my pride?
I am the type of person
Who floats back in the air.
I break when I have fallen
But I quickly can repair.
And then I’m cold, my mind’s made up
Move on, try not to a care.
By Zoola
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