My Balloon

There is something growing,
In my chest,
I honestly cant,
Get it down

The longer its in there,
The bigger it gets,
Its like a perfect
Home for a clown

Its red, its blue,
Should i give it to you?
I can no longer,
Carry it around

But why am I not flying?
The more it inflates,
Why are my feet,
Still on the ground?

But how big would it get,
This balloon in my chest?

Will it just stay there?
or slowly deflate,
will it pop one day?
Dunno.

I guess I'll just wait.