Note Book

I look for an outlet
For my anger
My fear
My desire
My tear;
I float quietly
Gravity can’t contain me
But these strings I can’t cut off;
One day I will get a knife
Put a hole in your balloon
You will fall
You have no strings
You were so proud
Now you fall;
I won’t look down
I will laugh,
I will wait to hear you hit the ground
I will laugh again;
I didn’t get my outlet
But I got you
You are my outlet
My torn empty note book