What is this sadness

Is it pure madness

This power

This driving from within

Circles and spinning

Flying and grinning

All the while wondering

Wondering

What am I? Who am I? Who will I become?

What makes me tick

Or do I tock?

Here, here, find the answers

Over here....just break the lock

Tearing, bending, breaking, finding, looking

Always looking

For who I am

On the outside looking in at a little girl so sad

It would be so easy just to call me mad