I wrote this one shortly after my Bipolar onset, years and years ago 🥴

Sometimes I want to jump from a high-rise building
free falling to the ground
watching all the shocked faces as my body hits the ground
sometimes I want to scream until my voice has gone dry
sometimes I want to weep until no tears are left to cry
sometimes I want to sing and see the joyful glee of all the smiling faces tuned just to me sometimes I want to be the queen
sitting high And proud
sometimes I am but a flutter
wings too weak to fly
Sometimes I want to be like you
the smile that’s pasted
and feel no guilt for all the years I wasted sometimes I am but a grain of dust
stuck beneath your shoe
sometimes I am no more
but I am no less than you