I’m unstable.

I’ve known it for a while,

Every admitted to it a few times.

But never really…

Never accepted it,

Never realized what that meant.

And what does it mean?

It means that I got on my bus satisfied,

Got off the bus pissed,

Practiced viola feeling like a freaking queen,

And ended up on my floor feeling empty.

And nothing important

Or even different than usual happened.

It means that sometimes I feel like flying,

Like soaring through the clouds,

Like drifting in space collecting stars,

But I never get a chance to write about it.

You guys,

I swear I’m not always like this.

I do have good times,

They just disappear before I get to write about them.

For all my writings,

It would seem as if I’m never happy.

But I am,

I swear I am,

Occasionally.

And thats been bugging me for a while now.

I’ve been trying to figure out why.

Why do I never get a chance to write the positive feelings?

Why do I not get a chance to write when I think I’m okay?

Why don’t I write when I feel like…

Like I could ever be something?

Well, now I know why.

I’m unstable.