Each word is a tightrope
I’m balancing on
Between what is honest
and what is kind
Trapped in a story
That I can’t rewind
My thoughts are like quicksand
Pulling me down

I’m carefully treading
Walking on eggshells
Between what is real and
what’s in my mind
I’m balancing truths that
I’ve left unsaid and
One slip could shatter
this fragile design

If I choose my words well
You know I’m unarmed
If I choose my words well
Will I go unharmed

No matter how I try
I can’t escape it
It’s in my veins and
in my DNA
Like tattoos on my face
That can’t be erased
Lost in translation
I’m not okay

If I choose my words well
You know I’m unarmed
If I choose my words well
Will I go unharmed

The day that you saw
Little scars, little white lies
The way that you traced
The marks in my light
God how much I really feared it
The truths that I hid
The dark in my light

If I choose my words well
You know I’m unarmed
If I choose my words well
Will I go unharmed

If I choose my words well
You know I’m unarmed
If I choose my words well
Will I go unharmed