My paint by numbers dream was not that sweet
Yet night upon night I played it on repeat
Tables turn
My opposition burned
I always knew still water ran deep
Failed to look before I leaped
My happiness was not an island
Stalling for something to be decided
I am walking a thin line of my life
Deliberately to stay alive
It had been many months of many falsities
I was tangled in monstrosities
With people who knew better
One cold type was an abettor
Still I said nothing
Kept walking that thin line
Telling barely anyone
That I had come undone
In the silence
This ensured my compliance
Tell me
What was my life
Without this
Tell me
Who would I be
If I had not walked that thin line