Flew too High

They all hold me back

They don't 

know what it's like

At school

or at home

They don't know this rush

this high

the way it helps

my breathing

and the way

I eat

The way it numbs my face

and makes me cry

The kind of rush 

that leaves 

you drowning

begging 

for more

They 

dont 

understand 

I'm smarter than them

I know I'm right

Father 

told me 

"No"

but up here 

on the edge

it feels like

he said 

"Yes!

Go high up,

my dear

Icarus."

It's not 

my fault

he took it 

my high 

He disposed of it 

and now 

he's left me desperate

The edge

I'm so high up

I can feel 

my heart 

pounding

Not enough

More

More

More

I wonder

how if 

I can

fly

Arms out 

Wings high

I'm ready to 

fly

 

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