Balance
My balance teeters,
I tremble and sway.
The path laid before me,
begins to grow gray.
I'm lost at the borders,
caught between lines.
Remembering all that's happened,
all of our good times.
My world has been changing,
and not for the best.
Faces coming and going,
but most I detest.
Everyone fades away,
as I teeter on my line.
Do I fall to my death?
or keep life as mine?
I walk on sword's edge,
crying for you.
But not just for you,
I cry for me too.
For all the things said,
for all the things done.
For they've hurt me so,
like the shots from a gun.
Their scars I will carry,
Forever they bleed.
Reopening anew,
though it's healing they need.
I was never good enough,
not in your eyes.
But I've put up with you,
your wounding and lies.
You claim my scars are my fault,
you've done nothing wrong.
So I'm still on my line,
since it's where I belong.
I belong in the middle,
not here and not there.
It's lonely and bitter,
but who said life's fair?
Watching, detached,
as the world flows on by.
Seeing you pass,
but not turning my eye.
Separated by miles,
separated by silence.
How I yearn to reach out,
to scream in defiance.
You cannot run me down,
though have shut me out.
I can be better then you,
and all you're about.
But instead I tread my rope,
and close my heart tight.
For though I am alone…
I will continue to fight.
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