Highs and Lows

Sometimes I feel my lips are tied in knots,
And every word that tries to slip out I stop.
I look inward at what is supposed to be me,
There are no remains of me that I can see.

Some days I am high, some days I am low,
There are parts of me nobody can know.
I can't see that far into my soul,
Sometimes my mind wants me to let go.

Blinded by the light and consumed in darkness,
I am still here and alive regardless.