I can’t bring myself
to fill these boxes.

They remind me too much
of my independence and how
that part of me is being packed
away right along with my personal
effects.

Why didn’t I exercise one
******* ounce of self
control?

Why did I have to
destroy my chances
to live on my own?

Why is it that I
always tend to
***** up what
I have going?

Why do I always
trap myself back
in the same place
I’ve been seeking
to escape from?

Answer me,
God ******!