I’m,

I’m confused about the infused doubt from those that froze instead of lending an arm out,

I’m reminded when rewinded from trauma triggered bipolar followed by depression,

I’m decided from poorly guided role-models who couldn’t put the brown bottles down,

I’m surviving by realizing that the same environments of trauma produce drama,

I’m earning self-growth from learning fueled by self-hope providing love for exchanged pain.

I’m