We all feel trapped sometimes but for every corner and wall that pins us in, there is a hallway to take us down a different path. For my dear, sweet friend.
When you're backed into a corner and you're up against a wall It's the only thing that's propping you cause otherwise you'll fall. Your mind and heart scream no but your robot mode is strong Because you're constantly reminded of the things that you've done wrong. Watch your words, don't look that way... The narrow path is straight. You feel so tense and stressed because it's everything you hate.
It won't be the same again, what's done is done is done. But you're forced to tightly grip what's left, and it's not very fun. Fake it til you make it isn't working out so well Because you're empty and messed up and in a newer kind of hell.
Prove yourself and show your worth, there's so much work to do. It's tiresome and pointless cause in the end it just won't do. Nothing can be forced to work or love or grow or heal
When it's all been badly broken since the last time you could feel.
A corner is an endpoint and a wall is where things stop. Both are really similar and aren't meant for your prop. They hold you in and limit you to things that just aren't true. None of it would be this way if you once thought of YOU. Your thoughts are now delusions of the fears that just aren't so. Wipe them clean, and look around... You're braver than you know. As long as you are bound so tight by worry, fear and guilt Regret will haunt you always in the prison that you've built. You'll think of how it could have gone, and how things may have been If you spoke your mind and stood your ground the fight was yours to win. When you're backed into a corner and you're up against a wall... Go back a step and turn around or surely you will fall.
-S