Her chances are as good as any

 

But she dances on the edge because she knows she is most beautiful before she falls.

 

She is a hypocrite

 

Doomed to do great things

 

And commit mistakes until they become lessons.

 

There is a heart inside her chest

 

But she tends to stopper the flow of blood before the heart attack comes.

 

The path she walks is good

 

Paved with benign intentions and hopeful aspirations

 

Though the mist encircles her steps

 

On the path along the edge she continues to dance

 

Her feet are bloodied and bare

 

And she repeats the steps still while she screams at herself to stop