I am a balloon.
When I am angry,
you fill me with helium
till I burst.
Causing your ears to bleed,
making you wince at the
echo’s of the “bang”
you created.


I am a balloon.
When I am sad
my sheen turns dull
and I’m ragged with
slits cut deep into my
latex form;
air escaping from me
as tears would cascade
from my eyes.

I am a balloon.
When I am moody
I ride the fast winds away
from my troubles and
drift mindlessly from
all the problems of
every day life
until I miss you.

I am a balloon.
When I am homesick
from missing you I escape
to the atmosphere of the
Earth till I spot your house,
so tiny from up here,
and race down to greet you.
I am a balloon.
When I am happy
I fly to the sun
witnessing its sunshine
and feeling its warmth
while I’m able to look
down on all the wonders
the world has to offer.