it feels like I’m stuck up in the clouds looking down at the crowds of people.
peacefully living there cheerful lives I wanna come down from this high ,
but I can’t and I don’t know why .
it’s easier to sleepwalk through life .
I strive for greatness but I can’t wake up. Maybe I just need a hand to help me up. Ive been through hell so I stay hidden in my shell, when people try to get me out, all I do is shut them out.
It’s my fault that’s no doubt. I realize this when my high comes down but I can’t say the words so I just scream and shout or write it all down on paper till my pen runs out.
my poetry says a lot more then my mouth I hope that helps you figure me out. But until then I’ll be up in the clouds.
- Arianna Kaveney