Tightrope
I can’t walk this tightrope for the rest of my life. I just can’t; I’m not strong enough. I’m not good enough. The peak of perfection isn’t easily achieved. Especially with the knowledge that any small slip could result in a long tumble to the bottom of myself. I can’t keep up the image forever. There’s just no way, no matter how hard I try..and I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Promises with unknown outcomes are the worst, especially when everything’s riding on those powerful words. Give me a sign. Help me know it’ll all be okay. Please
