Colossal issues

If I did not know how to be fake

Boy, would I be in trouble

They think everything's alright

They don't know I cried last night

It's like I stepped on a bridge and fell

It's like I sat but someone moved the chair

And I can't express myself

Even my words make no sense

Music Man, poetry does not have to rhyme

It's called blank verse or empty line

The world as I know it

Is swinging by a strand

Can Christopher Columbus discover it again?

Topsy-turvy

Kinda crazy

That's what candy's for

Bring me all the way to the top

Before you bring me low

I'm tired

My tongue is blue

Peace

Peace

Peace

What?

It's a tight situation

Oh brother