Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
There are the highs and lows. High When praise is the light That glides you down   The corridors of life. When you've been smoking All night Your in another world. Low You walk around unnoticed, Scraps in the wind. Peoples words pound the Deepest walls of your self esteem. High Confidence. Fire. Ambitious. Low Depression. Dark. Pain. But sometimes, there will come a time when you can't tell them apart.   Where the difference between high and low in like trying to figure out if you rather freeze to death or burn to death. No matter which you choose, they're both lethal.
0
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC
The Highs and Lows
There are the highs and lows. High When praise is the light That glides you down   The corridors of life. When you've been smoking All night Your in another world. Low You walk around unnoticed, Scraps in the wind. Peoples words pound the Deepest walls of your self esteem. High Confidence. Fire. Ambitious. Low Depression. Dark. Pain. But sometimes, there will come a time when you can't tell them apart.   Where the difference between high and low in like trying to figure out if you rather freeze to death or burn to death. No matter which you choose, they're both lethal.
liz-6
Written by
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem