My Depression Poems

Tightrope

To be a woman is to walk a tightrope. Fall left, your a frigid prude. Fall right, your a whore. Fall front, your a dumb blonde. Fall back, your smart, uptight, and stuck up. Slip, and everybody thinks you can't handle pressure. From the beginning, since the dawn of existence, from mother to daughter, girls exchange secrets balance the tightrope. If you don't have anyone to tell, to tell you how you'll learn yourself. But of course, there are those who are hardly lucky. Your walking the millimeter thin wire and the steel is digging into your feet, drawing blood. The scars and cuts on the soles of your feet are reminders of past battles. Even though, you've walked the tightrope the many miles before, your heart still thuds, beats, and pulses under your chest. Your afraid... Its a long way down from your tightrope.