I Thought I Would Like It

I thought I would like it
If I knew how to shine

So I taught myself, with many mistakes along the way

I couldn't wait to fly

But when I got up I saw
That soaring was overrated

It's best to return to the ground

For way up there on the clouds of "heaven" you're either in, or you're out.

The supposed "angels" will ditch you

Leave you the first chance they get

For when the sun comes out to shine, the moon is no longer seen, even when it's got that simple beauty, inside and out

It's best to fly with the birds
For they won't ever leave you

They will accept you for who you are

If you continue to try and soar, you'll crash again and again
Each time harder than the last

Only those on fake, made up wings can "fly"

So do yourself a favor
And don't try to go too high
For if you fly on your own wings
you cannot reach the sky

***I was bullied a lot in fifth grade 'cos I thought I could fly with the shallow "perfs," as they called themselves. The "gossip girls" aren't such angels.