As I Go Along

Everyone seems to be waiting
for the moment
in which I miss the step
and fall by the wayside.

But they don’t seem to understand
that I never fall,
I never crumble,
and I make the rules.

That was a cold walk home,
at least it didn’t last very long.
Time is just waiting
for me to give in.

Probably never speak of this.
Probably for the better.
The lack of emotion gets harder to read
with every letter.