I feel like I write the same words
over and over, each time with
a different pain, a different
insignificant emotion that makes
my chest ache and my head
spin endlessly out of control.
The names may change and
the age may change but somehow
I feel like I am not changing;
I am not evolving from my mistakes
and somehow refuse to see how
I'm hitting my head against a wall.
The doors I want to open remain
sealed and so I, in my anger,
throw my head against the wall
in the hopes that it will somehow
distract me from the fact that
I keep failing. Every. Time.
I'm in my glass prison again.
I had thought myself free, but
when the fog clears, it's there again.
I can't go back - I won't - but
each time i look around the walls
suffocate me and I can't break them.
