Bad Habits

I don't smoke,

I don't drink,

so all I got is time to overthink.

I pillage through these thoughts,

my toxic trait is tied through these knots,

bending and twisting with the hopes of shedding what's not.

Unavailable for most things while I decipher through these draughts,

looking for any clues that would alleviate these blues,

some choice words and meaningless star readings might do.

But still I fear,

I look for temporary bliss while objects in mirror are closer than they appear,

I go to pump the brakes and I stop at my inevitable fate.

Worry wants to bury me,

trauma wants to impede me,

anxiety has me gotten ahold of me,

Yet I’m still free.

Freedom comes when you’re willingly vulnerable,

Standing strong in your beliefs meaning you’re comfortable,

Knowing that life is in constant flux and pain is inevitable,

Take your bad habits and make them your super power.