A breeze knocks me off of my feet,

a slight breeze,

I am so weak.

Never will I learn to fly,

when everytime I try,

I cry. 

Lost within my own mind,

not sure what I'm going to find.

Zoloft, take it once a night,

It could help me win this fight.

A pill to pop to be normal,

a pill to pop to be average.

A call to you, 

I bawl my eyes,

you tell me everything is fine.

JMH