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Lithium
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Sad Glaring with hatred out my rose tinted window,
Crashing through floor boards, followed by a sweet crescendo.
Drop the ball and spirits with it,
Then flying to new heights with angels, I should be committed.
Like the needle on a barometer,
Like a pogostick, like a broken heater.
Like roller coasters, bread in toasters,
Up and down, Rise and fall,
Lift and Drop, Take off and land...
I'm sick of the changing,
Switching, swinging,
Hate the highs,
The lows, the flinging...
Man... this poem sucks
I like it, I think it has good imagery.