I’m tired of walking
a tightrope

  Over an expanse
of broken glass.  

      Where on each end they’re pulling
Convincing me that it’s their last    

      Perhaps I should be glad
That my words are ignored      

              All I am is a ghost
Waiting to be adored        

                             I’m happy to be used
With nothing in return          

                                               ­                        When you claim you     don’t care
Then, I share my concerns