Like a pendulum, it swings.
Then up and down on a graph.
Happiness blooming;
Light me up and stuff.

Then there's the pain
banging between my ribs.
I'm a balloon tied in chains;
Shoved down like sips.

And I'm tired. Honey, I'm tired.
Of feeling the greatest
then having it snatched
from my outstretched hands.

What about you?
Escalation, de-escalation.
Do you feel it too?
Close my eyes, my stomach churns.

I gasp at kindness.  
Then get angry at malice.
I don't deserve any of these.
Baby, baby. Why do I exist?

-m.b