“Don’t Label Me”

Fall, Winter, Summer, Spring

I can conquer anything.

Running, running, hit the wall.

Catch me, I’m about to fall.

Imprisoned. Restless.

Released. Invested.

Discouraged. Deflated.

Euphoric. Elated.

I’m up, I’m down, I’m all around.

Look for me, I can’t be found.

I hit these points that you describe.

Will you treat, or mask, or just prescribe?

People judge what they don’t know

“I’m uncomfortable. You’re emotional.”

Speechless spies when I arrive.

Stick the label. I’m categorized.



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