path forward
it leads me in circles
my head fighting my mind,
prone to panic eternally, internally
but not likened to rationality
switching, flipping
changing, eclectic
can I escape the push pull
of my push and pull Personality?
punching doorframes one minute
crying my eyes out the next
jumping off the ledge in the next 3.

I stare at the ceiling, seething, screaming
begging for an answer to the question
should I grow my wings
and stay forever seventeen?