My self-esteem is at an all-time high level of low
To return
is to strangle comfortably
To move forward
is to free fall over a cliff
To stand still
is to get swallowed up
by self-loathing.
And there is no place to go
but out
and in
and down
A trail of unfamiliar stars
highlighting unrecognizable paths
in rough waves.
hinarising 