The Girl

I stand three inches from the noose,

One peace to gain, one heart to lose.

Still, I am the happiest person I know,

The girl smiling at you from the front row.

I stand just three steps from breaking down.

Oh, these voices are violently loud.

Still, no one seems to notice me falling.

I am the girl that found her calling.

I sway over the trench one, two, three times.

It hopes that one day I call it mine.

Still, they clap as I fly towards the end,

The girl that never called life her friend.

-Jackie