Disorder
by Fionn G. (Grade 12)

Is this luck?
   Should I care?
Like a sitting duck
   but this feeling is rare.
Is this love?
   Is this desire?
Beautiful as a dove,
   singing to the choir.
Falling, hitting ever rung,
   Just to climb again for fun.
Time to drain water from my lung.
   Trying not to come undone.
So many choices...
   So much to fear...
Struggling with these voices
   I can barely hear!