Balance

I weigh myself down so I don’t hit my head on the ceiling fan and
I watch were I walk because it gives me a reason to not talk
Balance
I shove ear buds in and turn it up one past bearable
And still the world is too noisy
And still I want to float away
These pills chopped off the top of your head and scooped out a thank you
Thank you
Balance
Waves are gone just a monotone gray alien taking your picture and listing your condition
Poor fashion
Balance
I look up and fall

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