I can’t let you bring me

back down

you don’t even try

just your words

your existence

makes me frown

it’s not that I’m angry

I’m not

I’m just full of fuck

and I’m trying to

get rid of the push and pull

factor

you are my resistance

to recovery

you are the insistence

I lack courage

You are the eyes

That say, “he can’t do this.”

You reflect

My own thoughts of me