the last straw

I can see why people get angry or scared or just simply fall in love,
but is it really that simple after all? Do we just decide to let it all happen?

You can only be stretched so far before you snap; being bent in all directions
without realising how you’ve already started to split, until the moment comes

where

you

just

break.

Just like that infamous last straw, we all know it’s never one specific thing;
there’s always more to it. And when it all gets too heavy, too much,
we try and shed it off – either all at once or bit by bit.

Time bores deeper and deeper,
gives you the illusion you may never be rid of it.

But then,

once it’s

gone

you feel so light and free and so much more like yourself
you’re almost ashamed of the monster you let yourself become.

But we all have it in us.
And as much as we deny it,
we will never be rid of it.