It's hard knowing
That you're always just one step away
From fucking up
Teetering on the edge of failure
One fragile, fraying strand
Holding you above that black abyss
Where falling is the only thing you'd know
On the outside it all seems perfect
The superficiality of
Looks and grades and friends
Perfectly established
And if you're smart
They think you have it all
No one bothers to look past that
To see that the friendships are only when it's convenient
And that you spend as much time feeling alone
As anyone who truly is.