Clover

I walk on the edge of a sharp knife

As I navigate my way through life

I live in a world were no one cares

No one sees me but everyone stares

Into the fire right out of the pan

Burned up heart no one understands

Start to go over but pull myself back

Right over the edge into a body sack

When it is all said and done and over

I know it would feel like rolling in clover