I feel like the world isn't listening.
My fears are stark and glistening.
My life has slowly begun to unravel.
It's as painful as swallowing gravel.
My character has gone outside to play,
And refused to return from the fray.
I feel like a ghost, wandering through walls,
Knowing at some point I'll wander off the falls.
I need a fresh start, just to step out and breathe,
And to release my mind from its confining sheath.
I know my life will mellow out at some point,
But right now, it's like surviving at gunpoint.
So I'll just hold on, clinging to my hope.
I just have to survive this walk across a tightrope.