I write these words down
For I fear how they may sound
When I speak them aloud
Fear of being painted as the clown
Maybe I’m talentless
Walking this tightrope
With no balance left
I try to break free
But I know life will be the death of me (ha)
I guess that’s true for us all
Falling endlessly
Its ten past three
These voices in my head are trying to get the best of me
“Just cry”
“Curl up and die”
“Find the highest roof and jump, lets see if you can fly”
All these bellowed cries have me forgetting lines
Same song on repeat for the hundredth time
I used to see a problem and jump in with fire behind my eyes
Now I shy away
Lock myself inside
Retreat to the deepest recesses of my mind
Like there is some hidden treasure I may find
That would allow me to rewind time
And make the same mistakes twice
For the sake of this rhyme

I used to worry about who I may be
Now I know
That I am just me
A fleeting breeze rustling through the leaves
A crashing wave
Another fish in the sea
All out of tricks
No more keys hidden up my sleeves
Now its half past three
And I can’t tell who wrote this
The voices in my head
Or the face in the mirror staring back at me……