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A String Made of Torment
It’s funny how things appear.
In the beginning I say to myself this is going to be a good year.
But it never fails, I fall into a hole that I can’t seem to pull myself out.
It always happens without a doubt.
I reek of anxiety.
I am so ashamed to have someone stand beside me.
They may smell the stench of my rotted emotions.
As I begin to drown in my manifested oceans.
I am unable to run and hide.
Only in myself I can confide.
I am the only one that understands how I feel.
When my emotions take over, they are the only ones that can make or break the deal.
They have me hanging on by a string.
A string made of torment that they always bring.
My meds are my life jacket that keeps me afloat
But when they stop working I sink like a boat.
Maybe someday I will be aligned right.
Until then, my emotions will be an enemy that I will always be prepared to fight.