It wasn't easy nor was it pretty
Being me was something I had to struggle with
Sometimes I was too thin
At times I ate too much
Either I was too friendly
Or I was locked in my room
Occasionally I loved with
everything I had
Yet there were days loving
was hardest thing to do
I could walk all the way to the top
Or just drown at the bottom
Nights were the darkest and I could hardly see
And days were to brighten that they blinded me
It all left me blind to the world around me
Like I was always walking on either snow covered ground
Or on burning hot coals
It was like being chained to the ground
or free falling from the sky
There was never in between
And maybe that's how
I lived a life of extremities
of being everything
or absolutely nothing.


© Shiny