This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at UC Irvine chapter.
A balloon can only hold air upto a certain limit,
it will eventually explode.
It’s loud POP!
That’llwill leave your heart racing─
like a gunshot.
Yet, after knowing this some will still continue to
blow air into it
I can only hold onto so much pain─ so much misery
But I know one day, I will tear into pieces just like
A balloon
If only those who surround me would understand,
that as they blow onto me
I They grow me closer
to the verge of an outburst
One that will leave them scared as hell When they hear me POP!