Part and parcel of me
To prove to me
It’s only me who can handle me
And of that I’m not so sure.
Is the push learned, lived, leveraged
For a romp in the park with mania?
Awareness counts for nothing
If the push gets harder each time
Where are the boundaries?
Where do I stop?
I require the answer of others
Self-control has its own limits.
Speaking of containment
I think I have the answers
Laughter hollows my head as I face the truth.
Part and parcel of me.
Not to be mistaken for hatred or stupidity
But something’s got to change!