Tall

You may stumble,

You may fall,

From those places that seem tall.

You may look back up again,
Wondering if this huge pain
Is the only thing you've gain.

As you stare at me just now,

Thinking that my view is wow,

Bear in mind that me,

Like you,

Sometimes I feel also blue.

Pictureing me up and high,

Nearly, bearely touching sky,

May be you,

Not so much me,

As I'm down but feeling free.

Falling may seam bad

And blurry

Take it like a summary

Don't be sad

And please stop worry.

As your turn to be like me

Might soon come

And not be free.

Giving up

And giving in

As tough as they may seam

Try to turn them into a story

That you read and just stop worry.