The walk along the edge is perilous. I'm forced to move onward, forward, but as I place one foot in front of the other, I lose my bearing ever so slightly. I am a danger to myself. If I don't save myself from myself, I will be murdered. One day the balance will shift, wrong will look like right. I can't trust myself but no one knows that. I have betrayed myself and one day, I will take revenge for that. I am afraid of me.
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