Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Every step forward
means two backward.
Some people get stuck in a cycle
going 'round and 'round;
living a dangerous life style -
it's all they've been around.
The vicious cycle is real for me
and even though I am aware of it
that doesn't make the fighting easy,
it truly feels like it's not fair. Is it?
Why, in those crucial moments,
does my conscience step aside?
Watching as I make no sense
in the choices that I decide.
The cycle truly does control me
no matter how hard I fight back
the addiction takes hold of me
coming on like a panic attack.
One day I feel tough as nails
high hopes on meeting my goal
then negativity tells its tales
defeating my determined soul.
Constant reminders and triggers
and people who forget to try.
Honestly, I feel that it figures
inside we all just want to fly.
Like an elastic, I go back and forth,
one day there's hope, the next defeat
I may never know my true worth
unless the cycle, I can beat.
Two steps forward
no steps backward.
Move forward.
Move forward.