Tightrope

I smile at the "charming" things my friends say.

I giggle.
I laugh.

I am the epitome of happiness.

But inside, the pressure grows.

The wire walk is so thin...
My feet grow tired...

PLEASE STOP!

And I gaze below.
The abyss.

The price I would pay
is down there.

If I scream,
all hell would break loose

and

Down

Down

Down I would go...

It's a long fall.

The anger...
the pain...
the stress...

The choice.

So... how 'bout them 'Niners?