A puppet.
And a broken toy.

Sitting at the edge of something beautiful
Yet I’m running from my reflection
Smiling at the camera, with your arms around me
Yet screaming, crying, breaking
Who have I become?
What have I become?

Standing at the pinnacle of happinesss
But waking up the next second
Seeing the sun smile down gently
But feeling the drought choke my throat
Seeing the rain caress my skin
But feeling the hailstones pierce my soul.

Mirrors shattering, bombs exploding
Still hopelessly waiting for a release.

The black sky mocks my black heart
Asking who has a better shade
The world explodes in neon colours of love
Coaxing me to smile, but I can only ask
How can a raven change into a dove?

Do you see me now?
Are you still proud of your child?

Now dangling from the cliff
What am I holding onto?
I see you there
Your voice is a faint melody I yearn to erase
They are telling me to stop
But I’m far too gone

And I jump.