You want to feel safe, to belong, to be known,
To matter, to soothe, to not be alone.
But you follow a map that was drawn in a fog,
And it’s not long before life feels like a slog.

 

Your motive is joy, or at least less pain—
But the map you follow brings strain with the gain.
You freeze, you fight or you push love away,
It’s all that you know to keep pain at bay.

 

It's not your motive leading you wrong,
It's just your map you follow along.
Change that map and your pain will fade—
Your heart is right, but your map betrays.

 

Your map says delay will bring some peace,

And for just a while those fears will cease.

But comfort then fades as the hours crawl,

You dodge that pain, but it’s only a stall.

 

You’re taught to deny, to suppress, to obey—
That "goodness" is giving your true self away.
But that old moral map, drawn in sacrifice,
Will keep you locked feeling all that strife.

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It's not your motive leading you wrong,
It's just your map you follow along.
Change that map and your pain will fade—
Your heart is right, but your map betrays.

 

Even revenge can look like what's fair,
A plea to be seen, to matter, to care.
The harshest acts, when you look inside,
Are efforts to steady the turmoil they hide.

 

So don’t ask why—ask how it makes sense,
What hurt it eases, what cost, what defense.
Each choice intends a way to survive—
Your map is broken, just staying alive.

It's not your motive leading you wrong,
It's just your map you follow along.
Change that map and your pain will fade—
Your heart is right, but your map betrays.