Tied Up

I was lured into a comfortable space Promised warmth and freedom from suffering and scraping from day to day The promise became a tangle of thorn covered vines Tendrils of perversion choking my lust for life Packed into a box Signed off and shipped in palatable packaging Struggling to accept the vessel I chose to become And hoping there's something left when it's all been done How much do I adjust Until the hinges shake off their rust And the world bends to trust When will I be enough No! I will not be restructured into perfect lines I would let it burn down before becoming a sacrifice I'm tired of not good enough or out of line Forgive myself to let myself be right this time Flawlessly screwing up like a jerk But doing so authentically like I deserve