My pen takes the words stuck in the back of my throat

The ink is my blood pulsing on the page

My thought created to go between the lines

Then I write a line

Crumple it up

And start all over

Where pandora's box and always prying eyes reside in the inbetween of fantasies and reality

Lies the filtred ideas I do so repress in order to keep balance

Resting on the thin line where all silver lining become a tight ropethat pushes me to an acrobatic show

Where the audience was my delicate emotional state

And the grand finale is when I break 

See they say "You can make your own happiness"

Yet how do you find happiness in the fault of my heart

That you dug out and pushed me from a far