I have a swing round like a disc

It's base made of metal and mesh

ropes hold it to a frame so I can swing with little risk

there's a slide and monkey bars but the swings use is the only fresh,

I go on that swing any day but mostly at night

I talk and scream and yell and sing whatever's on my mind

I close my eyes and imagine scenes as me and the swing take flight

the stories I tell the confessions the cursing the thoughts the stress is my secret no one will find

the night soaks up my rage and tears as I look up at the stars

I breath in relief as I smile at the stars

I swung so much I broke one so now i'm on number two

without the swing my thoughts would scream my brain too crowded to know what to do

I sit at night telling stories of what my OC's could be

and I smile as I sit with the night the swing and me