These thoughts spiral in my head,

Feelings of anguish and fear,

Like a whirlwind whipping the air.

Falling seems to be the best solution,

but then who would be around to hear me.

No one lives a day exactly like me.

No one has my thoughts.

No one has my feelings,

My anxiety,

My pain,

My happiness.

Falling seems like a good idea,

but then so does flying.

Soaring like a seagull,

free above the black seas.

The whirlwind becomes the breeze.

It feels gentle.

I feel content.

Falling isn't my answer.

I think I'll fly free above this place.

Above my sea of worries,

away from the anguish and anxiety.

I'll become the real me.