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[allykat727]

the wind in my hair, the sun on my skin
one single tear, that invisible pin

the myriad of cars so far below
their faceless drivers i'll never know

the irony is they'll learn of me
and perhaps my fall from this wretched tree

a balloon soars past having escaped from a boy
it's free at last, beaming with joy

i watch it vanish into the clouds above
returning to my darkness, my burden, my love

the road i walked has brought me here
damaged and broken, everything i fear

was i made this way or is it to blame,
there's no way to know and i'm tired of this game

pushing myself off i start to cry,
i close my eyes and pretend to fly

Aw such a sad piece I could really feel your emptiness. I would suggest "A balloon soars past that escaped from the boy" because that extra syllable with 'having' seemed to interrupt the flow. Good job