I Am
I am high and low
I wonder who I really am
I hear myself saying I’m alright
I see a struggle I don’t know if i can pass
I want for my friends not to have to worry
I am high and low
I pretend things will turn out and I can handle it by myself
I feel like I’ve made a mess of a life just beginning
I touch my wrist to feel my pulse to show myself I’m alive and okay
I worry I won’t be here to help the ones I love
I cry for my future, present, and past
I am high and low
I understand I can only do so much to control life
I say my life has meaning
I dream about a happy life with loving people
I try so hard to be better
I hope these thoughts are all just irrational
I am high and low
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