I had a good day, and I don’t like it

It feels weird

What am I supposed to do now? Try?

Lightheaded

I resent the blue sky

For showing me that there are reasons

To aim high

Look people in the eye

Not to cry

And that there are better things

To do than

Die

I hope this doesn’t last

And that this blip has almost passed

If you have to crane your neck

There is no comfort in being free

Sad is who I am

And all that I ever wish to be