Bummer In Summer

I am floating Floating on a path towards destruction Brimming on insanity I walk the line   Water drops caress my cheeks On a dry summer's day I feel them carve their way down through the skin Gravity plops them onto the grimy floor   The flowers are blooming now And some days I bloom too But many days I carry the burdens of all I weep in sorrow I feel their pain More than they do it seems   Although I torture myself The reigns are not let loose on me I meet judgment and anger at the door A welcome mat with my name on it   I cannot win Ever My kindness is only returned by few And those I love are not always the ones returning it My heart breaks   And I’m still floating Floating