Walking on a tight rope
Wobbling side to side
Hearing voices that control my life
Some tell me to go, some tell me to stay
Some tell me to lay in the grave I made
The crowd mocking
Mocking me
Lights flash
Blinding my eyes
The shouting and mocking
Made the rope sway side to side
I trip and fall
Off the rope
No place to fall
No one to hold on for
I fall to the ground
Crying no my knees
I’m barley breathing
But still I stand
I stand to speak
But the words won’t come out
Even when I try to shout
So I bow my last bow
With tears in my eyes
No one even cares
As I die