my moods,
are swinging
faster than a swing.
i get discouraged sometimes.
especially now, when its a battle
to keep myself focused.
i always pick myself up,
and i like that.
falling down makes you stronger,
and picking yourself up makes your braver.
but why'd you have to make it so hard?

its hurting so bad now,
and compared to your narrow, shallow mind.
my cut's much deeper,
and wider.

notice,
its a downward curve
thats etched on
her seemingly permanent smile.