I would like just a cup of restraint, please.
Instead I have gallons.
So much restraint,
I'm hindered.
I'm swimming in restraint.
I'm breathing in restraint.
My words, my actions
are cloaked in over-thinking.
Analyzing has become
the chains that bind me,
the drugs that sedate me.
I wish I could break free,
be irrational, unpredictable,
impulsive and sure.
Be true to myself,
even if it's
hurtful, unhealthy.
Feral, strong, unthinking.
Courageous, petty, unfeeling.
I'd rather be all these things
that are ugly,
than to not be.
Because living in restraint,
is almost like
not living
at all.
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