To fit in or not:

Like a flower, I wilt, devoured with guilt.

I’m the chameleon or one in a million.

Like the sun, I’m full of fun.

All I do is run, run, run.

I’ve been up for days, lost in this maze.

A depressed muse, a spark with no fuse.

Move forward or ahead, help me out of bed.

Sometimes high, sometimes low.

Gravity blows.

My heart aches, thinking of the mistakes to undo all the wrong.

So many years long.