I cross a very sturdy bridge,
Yet still I feel I’ll fall;
Without a hand to hold, to squidge;
I cannot walk at all.
This path we take is winding round,
My head; I start to spin.
I’m filled with glee, above the ground;
As demons creep within.
Why can’t I just be normal?
Boring people never cry;
They find chaos so abnormal,
And they try & try & try.
Believe me: I am not done yet;
With filling myself with regret.
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