103: different heights

you're a kite flying high,
vocal and foreign,
lifted by winds;

i'm a balloon stuck in a tree,
global and mislain,
losing my helium;

both tied down:
you, with an almost-invisible string,
me, with an ever-existing frown.

102: will i?

no --

i will not fall for it.

i will resist temptation.

i will stop this urge.

i will control myself.

i will allow my ego
to save whatever's left of my pride.

after all,

that's the only thing i can do
that i feel i am actually
in control of.

so ---

you will grip your chest tightly.

you will close your eyes and look away.

you will block and hum out those words.

you will not be swayed.

you will try to make sense
of your lack of sensibilities;

after all,

that's the only thing you can do
that will prevent a swollen heart
one more time.

101: Lady Negativa returns

I am

sad and mad and

bored and boring.

I am

overbrimming with wtfiswrongwithyous

and drowning in youneverdoanythingrights.

But most importantly:

I am

Trapped.

I am

inside the abyss of my mind

intensely struggling in a bind;

ingesting flaws and fears and

inverting truths into tears and

In goes everything that sinks me further and

Out goes everything that should keep me afloat.

And that's just the tip of the viceberg.