I always had a pillar, safety net, or arms into which I could fall.

But I see how this made me lazy, petty, and small.

Grow up and walk the tightrope, don’t look back, and forget about the fall.

Take the phone off the hook, who cares if someone should call?

I don’t need a pillar, I won’t die from it all.

Emotions mend and I am learning to walk tall.

I won’t let this change me, or add another brick to my emotional wall.

I can’t kid myself anymore, I’m not an emotionless doll.

It’s funny, you never notice how very short the fall…