One of my friend is like siting on top of the monkey bars
In elementary school
It's high enough up to seem brave
But low enough down so you can just chill
You know jumping won't hurt you
And you'll still be safe
But you can't help but to be a little bit scared
Another one of my friend is like being outside of a party
Sitting in a tree
Reading
You can hear the joy and chaos
But you're safe
The air is cool
The book is warm
But not physically
And all is calm
My last friend
Is neon green
It's loud
Stands out in the crowd
And is rather decisive
It's chaotic when mixed with anything else
And makes you think of toxic chemicals
But they're more like jello than acid