I soar upon the summer,
Flying in my wings—
Everyone looks so small
And the more I hate my life!

Yesterday feels like a year ago
But I can’t tell another soul—
Because they all think I’m perfect
And I can’t let anybody down!

I go beyond the clouds
Into a sheer halo of azure;
I go where nobody wants to,
Till there’s nothing left but bones.
period.
© Mr. X