You push me in one direction, only to pull me in another. Then you push me in a completely different direction from there, then divert me back in the original direction I started. With all the different directions you send me in, I can't tell if I'm coming or going. I feel conflicted with every course correction cause you fail to make up my mind for me.
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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
Poesiapoetry and short stories for those struggling with mental health, it's okay not to be okay, and please seek help if you're feeling lost. I will be adding more poems and short stories along the way.
