When I'm high,
my true colors shine and illuminate the night.
When I cycle down,
The lights go dim and darkness becomes my plight.
The darkness it feels heavy,
the brightness seems to blind,
I need to find the balance
Between my dark and light,
I'm tired of this pendulum,
I want to get off this ride.
I may fear the darkness,
But I don't want to lose my shine.
I'll take this medication,
To keep me grounded in this life.
I cannot help wanting to embrace the sparkling highs.
Yes the dark gets scary,
It's oppressive and it's thick,
Sometimes it feels like drowning,
I know it's sink or swim.
So far I just keep swimming,
Waiting for the high,
The brightness of those colors they'll keep me alive.
I didn't choose these hues,
The extremes of dark and light,
This may be my burden but also is my pride.
All of my bright colors, the prism that I ride.
If it wasn't for the crash I know I'd be just fine.
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