Lost somewhere in the mists and messes of active addiction
Pushed and shoved by family and bureacracy
Shaped and molded to be one’s own
but not one’s own.
Stunted and misshapen
Roots planted, transplanted, repotted
until only small shoots survive
thin and wasting .
A mishmash of directions from
chemicals and from outside forces
until no direction can be found
blurred and lacking in true desire.
“All people know the same truth: our lives
consist of how we choose to distort them.”
~ Woody Allen
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