They say you gotta elevate
You gotta do it now
And do it well.
Who said that?
I crack under pressure.
The pressures of myself.
You have no more time to wait you must navigate –
I rushed to end up nowhere. Impulsivity.
I rushed just to get back there –
I rushed back into the questioning of me. I rushed into loss of my identity.
I rushed every facet of my decision-making process,
I rushed my way right back into trauma. To find myself in another phase of reflective outbursts – but girl, you’re too grown to blame daddy and mama.
I was waiting for something, impatiently.
I am waiting for something. Peace within me.
Because what is comradery without a gold medal – over compensating for the years I spent dancing with the devil.
I rushed my way right back into that space in my mind, longing to rip off my skin but skin means nothing what matters are the contents within. Damn, I am right back here again.
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