Infectious Connection

Purples and blacks mold different dimensions
Infections forces that have its webs all over me as I strive to escape
The tentacles not letting me go as I take one step forward
Mothers voice of pressure getting louder and louder each time I disconnect further and further
It was nice at first to know I can push myself and to constantly strive forward and have standards for myself!
Nice goals! But the lines blurred when it was filled with YOUR standards that YOU listed for me
I listed to the bars that you set for me and just the impossible standards that I cannot ever fulfill
The shame from this following me around for years until I became aware of it