Skiping Stones Poem by Amy Fifita

Every step I take,
I always take a fall,
Into the depth of impending doom,
Rock bottom.
Every stone I stand on,
It's wet and I slip,
Into shark infested water,
My death at last.
Every breath,
Every glance,
Every touch,
Is painful in this world of horror.
Why smile?
It's acting as if the world is perfect.
And yet so many people,
Have troden on these stepping stones before,
And I am still here,
Right at the start.