THE TIGHTROPE WALKER

Life as sickening as a performance,
Everything is just a mask
All make-up, and smiles and costumes.
Everything is pseudo..
I step out onto the curb,
Treading out on a razor-thin line,
So high above from what is known,
Looking down, only to see darkness..
Dizzy heights of hurt and pain and confusion
Step by step I walk,
The line trembles...
World around me all fight, rip and tear at me,
Everyone wants a piece
They pull and tug,
Cut and bleed
Rip and torment..
The line trembles
I'm losing my balance in my world
Everything I know is defective
I am abandoned and there is nothing I can do about it..
I alone despise my outcast state.
But the line snaps...
And I fall...

And the audience cheers...