Panic struck as I felt a slip back into old habits
Why is this path so easy to follow?
Don’t follow me
For I would only lead us into disarray
I can’t help but be his damsel in distress
Filled with disappointment
The plan is to micromanage
For I cannot let go of control
I cried over the loss of perfection
I shattered glass to relax my anger
It didn’t break as I would hope for
My clouded judgment left doubt in my mind
I went to bed with thoughts of failure,
after I woke up feeling grey.
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