i'm just not sure about it all,
when you set yourself up
just to fall.
and after when you pick up the pieces
and realize. . .
maybe they were all right.
A/N: the words came out of my head and onto this document really quickly, so if you think there is a poem that strangely resembles this too much, please just know that I seriously did not copy it, and if you show it to me, I will take my poem down. (This was probably longer than the poem itself.)