So much of who I am is rooted in who I think I can be.
I had let everything else go.
And as unhealthy as it was, I clung onto these ideas of myself.
Only to find pieces of me scattered among my habits.
I’m trying to understand,
the way life leaves its marks.
Smearing its honesty all over my smile.
Enough to change the way I see.
It might just be me.
But I can still feel its pressures on my chest.
Leaving me with less than I hoped for.
It’s a funny thing
watching you swim in shallow waters
steeped with the choices you’ve made
I mean, you can keep putting on a show
you can keep trying to change what’s set in stone
just dont go dragging everyone else into your darkness