FITN13

 When you look back at a lifetime of being wrong.

Nothing ever quite up to par.

Everything leaving just another tiny scar.

Shown over and over you just don't really belong.

Never having the right words to say.

Not knowing what to do to matter instead.

No one will put up with the things in your head,

your life is an  all encompassing ocean of grey.

All of their actions muffle their word.

Yet the echoes of of the past make you question if they are right.

Each time you hope it wont be the normal despite,

Your bending to their will is what they have always preferred.

You know this is not right each time you break down and cry.

Love is not this, no matter how long you have stayed complacent.

Atrophy of emotions is simply Hell adjacent.

You know you have a choice to make if you want to really live before you die.