All my life I kept weight around my ankles, they bruised and fractured my legs
I couldn’t move, breathe they restricted me from expressing my true self.
This baggage was unlike others.
People all carry some sort of setback influence In their lives,
This could be friends, family or even yourself.
Or it could be your whole life in general
This infection around you doesn’t just stay in one place
Oh no. It festers,
The place in which it triggers you and grows
It inflames your whole body until you can’t move
The wounds grow hooks that pierce into the skin.
No blood, only pain
Like any disease I suggest eradicate it before it lingers too long.
Or else, like in my case.
It’s much harder to break free later on.