My Happy Face Balloon

A poem about losing and trying to find.

Helium fills my happy face balloon,

As I watch it float towards the moon,

Skipping through the crowds of emotions,

Pondering and filing all of my passions,

I walk among the rest of the world,

Holding my rubber casket of air,

I keep inside dead thoughs and things I cant bare,

Floating beside me like a friend is my blissful form, 

Everything to be proud of that i can't hold onto in my mind,

It helps me with others and teaches me to be kind,

To hide away what is sad and lacks the beauty that meets standards,

One gust may be my oblivion,

To ruffle my thoughs and my grip on my vision,

A breeze loosens my grasp and turns me into a fluster,

Everything I see becomes a colorful cluster,

My palms had a mind of their own,

Oh what happened to my happy face balloon?

No one would bother to help me find it,

"You can always get another bubble of plastic,"

I now travel without a guide,

Now there is nothing to cover up what I hide,

I am left alone in my darkness,

But its not like it helped me,

regardless.

Author's Note

You can correct my grammar if you'd like. This is just for fun, though. Thanks!