Last year, I was at my apex;
Social, happy, in love,
A new job, a new room, a new story.
I hit my peak, and as all great things,
I fell from grace
Into a dizzying, spiralling space
Where I began to despise
Everything and scheme my own demise.
Last year I got caught twice and
My behavior sank to that of mice
Or rats, crawling in the stark
Cold depths of my heart, oh so dark.

This year is a mystery.
I am supposed to live, expected to.
College awaits, looming like death
Over my head, a black yet intrepid cloud.
My friends, my allies, are falling apart around me
And I’m being as protective as I can be,
but to help, I just don’t have those words.
I feel the need to cage them, o’ lost birds.
So many things are about to go down.
My goals are meant to stave away that frown
With fun and games to bring me back to my peak,
But my track record sucks and my outlook is oh, so bleak.