T I G H T | R O P E
We walk a tight rope,
day after day.
We take the high road,
and just walk away.
We lose all our hope,
as our hearts decay.
We don't know how to cope,
with the constant pain.
We fall and they cheer,
at our dismay.
We crumble and we fear,
that we will break.
We die inside dear,
and never ever say.
Just how we feel,
about this role we play.
We burn our eyes out,
with salty tears.
We claw our minds out,
with wretched fears.
We drown in self doubt,
thrown at us over the years.
We scream and we shout,
but no one ever hears.
We rehearse our lines,
so that we fit in.
We rehearse the lies,
to join the machine.
We dry our eyes,
with normalcy.
We ignore our cries,
telling us to give in.
Will we make it?
I guess we'll have to see.
If we can fake it,
and just blend in.
To be another bullet,
in this messed up thing.
Will we be mended,
or turn away and flee?
They say life is a balance,
but what's the use?
When the balance's challenge,
is determined by you.
See this 'acceptance',
is misconstrued.
We all have opinions,
that doesn't make it true.
Who set these laws,
by which we must abide.
On what's our flaws,
that we should hide.
To be this norm,
and pulled by the tide.
These social wars,
are all based on the mind.
-Saara
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