Poetry & Self-Awareness

Confused, but I refuse to stay in limbo
The doors are locked, but there must be a window
Different types of energy hitting me at different speed coming from all different directions
They hit me in the chest, I feel the force
I’m trying to find the main source
I’m allowing them to enter, weakening me, sickening me, but it was my fault, of course
I’m in so much pain and they don’t feel the remorse
If I ignore it, it gets worse
If I don’t cleanse my soul, I’ll fall into a curse