The tightrope walker begins
The trek across
A rope so thin.
The crowd below
Watch the show
Where will the tightrope walker go?
Does even she know?
Right foot, left foot,
Slowly across the rope
The audience cheers
So she is filled with hope.
Then the walker slips
And nearly falls
But the audience doesn't care
So to who can she call?
Back again, she steadies herself
And suddenly the audience sees
Because now her show,
To the audience, it pleases.
And then, just like that
She falls, plummeting down,
And no one even cared
To pick the tightrope walker off the ground.
Is it worth it to make everyone else happy when I am only torturing myself?
