I am so cold,
In this never forgiving earth,
Hopelessly grasping at strings that dangle from the cliff of life,
I am cold up here,
The sun beats down on me relentlessly,
But I am still cold,
I am asked to stand up straight and be happy as I dangle,
I am scrutinized,
I slip a little,
My hands start to shake from the chill of on setting depression,
I try to mask it by telling myself happy things,
My hands still slipping faster,
As I reach the end of the strings I lose hope,
I feel like I am floating,
I am so happy,
But I am still so, so, so cold.