High Above Poem by Mario Tz.

As I sit there, staring at the nights star filled sky;
I noticed a cloud
What could it be?
I look abit closer and notice it’s me.
Me as a cloud so far above.
Why am I up there? Have I died?
Looking at myself with my own eyes,
looking through my pasts lies.
My heart dies, but am I as a person already dead?
Maybe I am, im so insecure that I cannot tell anymore.
What does this mean?
Always sad, sometimes mad.
I never smile; it’s been quiet a while.
I think that cloud means im dead,
and all im doing is flying over my head.