She's

She's walking along a narrow path and if she leans too far she'll fall into the trap.
On one side she's an angel with long flowing hair, pale feathers, rosy cheeks and eyes like the sky.
On the other she's a devil with the wicked smile.
She's scared and doesn't know which way to lean, so she's walking and trying, not just trying, but she's crying.
She's crying for help and no one can hear her cause they're all to wrapped up in their own little tight rope game, and she's begging for help from God or an angel, and she gets nothing but cold dead silence, so she prays for a demon to take the pain and it laughs cause she's weak and standing there in the cold all alone.
She's crying for help for someone to take her hand, and so she jumps cause that's all that she can do to stop this endless rope and she's falling and crying and begging for it to end and suddenly she stops and there it is, the bottom and it's not too far.
She's crying because it's been here all along and she's crying cause no one saw, and she's crying because she's done and she's crying because it's finally over.