They push her to the breaking point,

Her toes curled over the edge,

Should she jump or stay?

Does she want to die or live?

She's on a cliff,

On a tropical island,

Inhabited by hostile natives,

Must learn their tricks,

If she wants to survive,

In hopes that they might save her,

Or she could leap,

Sharp rocks at the bottom,

No swimming,

Only sink,

It could be quick and painless,

Try not to overthink,

But the natives look restless,

With snarls and spears,

Must join and conform,

For the rest of her years,

Must not question the rituals,

Or take off the face masks,

What they believe in their hearts,

She mustn't dare ask,

Only seen from the outside,

Made to blend in,

Trying to be different?

God, what a sin!

Only one way to dance,

To sing and to eat,

Jump through the hoops,

If she wants to sucede,

And she predicts the lifetime of

depression that'd bring,

And suddenly cliff diving,

Sounds very tempting,

So the savages would laugh,

Call her a waste,

But she'd fade soon enough,

Just another face,

Nothing special, 

Nothing truly lost,

People give up everyday,

But at what cost?

Driven to madness,

Under the pressure,

She needs saving,

Someone to catch her.