Standing on the
Tightrope
Feet, body,
Arms stretched out
On both sides
Trying desperately
To find my balance
Because this time
I'm working
Without a net
I have nothing,
No one
To catch me
If God forbid,
I fall
Once again
Trying to find stability
In the unstable world
That I made for me
That I created
Out of crazy glue
And what pieces of me
I picked up
Along the way
But even I know
Even I can see
That this tightrope
Is frayed at both ends
And right smack
In the middle
Hangs the noose
That's just waiting
Just aching
For me to fall
Because only
The noose
Is waiting
This time
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