-With the Birds-
When I'm having a terrible day,
And I just need to get away,
I let the music carry me off.
We go through thick smoke, making me cough.
As the smoke clears,
I am faced with my worst fears.
They vanish, one by one,
I hit the ground and begin to run
The rhythm flows through me
Making me a bird just set free.
No one knows who I really am
My whole personality is just a sham
I act as if I feel no pain,
When really I'm getting beat with a chain.
Sometimes I am screaming for help,
But all that comes out is a quiet yelp.
I hope someone will hear my words
But until then, I'll stay with the birds.

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HELP, I'm falling deeper everyday.