poppetawoppet

I am everything

It usually builds slowly, little leaks as I fill up with feelings.

I'll laugh too loud at a joke,
cry a little too hard at something small.

Sometimes if the weight on the other end is just right,
I fly up into the sky for just a moment-
I know I'm holding on,
but it never quite feels that way-
that's the moment someone yells at me for playing too hard,
that's when I feel so much everything else disappears.

So I hold it back, and gently push off the ground.

I sit and watch others play so long I forget how,
I never really understood it anyway-
I'm too scared to move most days.

I wish I remembered how this worked,
but I've closed so many doors I don't remember which one goes outside.

I am nothing