Sarah Post
The doctor gave me pills to fix the symptoms
Side effects of unhealthy coping mechanisms
Everyone’s been asking me these endless “easy” questions
Truth is that the truth is a hundred times more complex
I’ve spent the last few years trying to find the words
Shoving mountain-fulls of feelings into some pretentious verse
My obsession, my compulsion, my medicine, my curse
Realitys’ duality has safety laced with hurt
I’m scared to leave behind the life I know
I’m terrified of never letting go
One step cleaner now, cleaner then before
Stuck one foot in and one out of the door