A grey cloud follows my every move

Almost as if I have something to prove

I try to run, these ropes become undone

I try to hide, until I realize in a different place they are tied

I trip over my own two feet

Middle of the street

Across the concrete

All I ever feel is defeat

Now these rain drops, refuse to stop

As soon as I’m on my way back to the top

This roller coaster called “life” takes me on another drop

-Destiny Fochtman