One Girl Walking

She walks the tightrope of calamity

Hoping one day she won’t reach insanity

She comes from a broken family

Strung by tragedy

That’s the very cause of her loss of sanity

She used to dream of having her name on billboards and magazines

Now the only thing she has her name on are pill bottles, snuffing out her dreams

She clings to the surface

Always tilting but never falling

She has no hope that someone will be calling

And yet she’s still walking

Out of sheer faith;

Like a blade clinging to it’s scathe

Pleading for a chance

For the will to crawl, to walk, to dance

Bottling up the words of despair

Hoping that she’ll find some kind of care

But a pleasant smile and kind eyes

Is all it takes as a disguise

She looks to be fine

But she’s still waiting for her stars to align

And what you don’t know is she’s hiding under a hood

Constantly telling herself all will be good

Hiding her imperfections and tears

Only out of sheer fears

For the future

For those who persecute her

For the obstacles to come

And yet she’s still walking

This tightrope grows narrower by the day

Trying to wash what little hope she has away

She gathered her broken pieces and stitched them all together

Whoever said soft skin can’t be leather

She’s drowning, suffocating, gasping for air

She’s falling in her own despair

Ragged and tired, she’s a child wanting to be hired

Not out of desire but only necessity

“They’ll only think less of me”

Those words burn in her head

Only making her wish to be dead

And yet she’s still walking

Still walking

Still stumbling down the path of life

Reaching each day with a new strife

Hoping that one day there will be an end to her tragedy

Only for the saving of her own anatomy

She believes in a better future

For the optimism

For the hope

For the belief

That one day things will be different