There’s this tight rope winding its way across your chest
Digging itself tighter and tighter until you can’t breathe anymore –
And still it continues to hold you hostage despite you trying your best.
All the while whispering your deepest doubts and inner fears that make you abhor
The thought of even existing and participating in the terror called life.
Because why should you ever be confident and comfortable with yourself
When it feels like all you do is cause turmoil and strife
And create problems for everyone else
After all, the world would be a better place if you were a quiet mouse without a backbone-
Someone to easily manipulate and prevent from saying opinions and feelings of her own.