This is a very rough draft so much crit appreciated

I walk today in terror;
A trapeze artist without a net
My only life saving barrier
Between the ground and I is a tightrope
And thus, perfection is my only hope.

Most people have the net,
Family, friends, and spouse.
People can fall to the faintest threat
And continue with their happy lives.
The net supported them from death’s eyes.

The only thing I want in the world
Is the support of a net.
Something I can go to if I whirled
Into a regrettable mistake.
Even a small thing like a hand shake