Flew too High
They all hold me back
They don't
know what it's like
At school
or at home
They don't know this rush
this high
the way it helps
my breathing
and the way
I eat
The way it numbs my face
and makes me cry
The kind of rush
that leaves
you drowning
begging
for more
They
dont
understand
I'm smarter than them
I know I'm right
Father
told me
"No"
but up here
on the edge
it feels like
he said
"Yes!
Go high up,
my dear
Icarus."
It's not
my fault
he took it
my high
He disposed of it
and now
he's left me desperate
The edge
I'm so high up
I can feel
my heart
pounding
Not enough
More
More
More
I wonder
how if
I can
fly
Arms out
Wings high
I'm ready to
fly