Practice makes certain,
scratches make perfect.
A voice like a needle etching into your brain in your head.
Waking you from bed like a mother would, or a lover instead.

Clouds make curtains
on the end of a stage for a man-made person.
Bringing out who someone wants them to be in time to show who's better.
Someone listening behind the scenes like a fly on the wall, because they know you can't take the pressure.

Only I know you're a jumper in this world, winking, flinching.
Hurting yourself more every second you don't tear down this wall.