Forced complacency
Every time I try to better myself,
somehow it backfires.
It took so long for me to be able
to admit and accept that I need help.
So now that I'm finally making
the first move to fix me,
why is it just not working?
I have tried to find a therapist,
spent two hours looking
just to leave unanswered messages.
I have tried to confront my abusers
just to be met with denial and anger.
I have tried to find an outlet or a hobby
but everything I do, I do for other people
and I hate everything I create.
I have tried to figure out where I stand with my partner
but I'm too scared I'm not in the right headspace
to make important decisions and I'll regret anything I do.
I have questioned my sexuality for the first time ever,
ashamed that it was brought upon by another.
But I'm just confused and uncomfortable with the idea
that I was never bisexual, and have to lean on the queer crutch.
I am so tired of living in the depression nest
that has become my windowless apartment
but whenever I start to clean, I get overwhelmed
and so the cycle restarts, an infinite loop of mess.
I really do want to change and I'm trying,
but every time I do, I feel like I'm taking
half a step forward and two steps back,
but I know I will eventually stop trying.
I just hope something works before then.
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