Fish Bowl

My life a fish bowl Two directions Only one path Confessing it is Circling seeking acceptance No matter the direction no real result Tired of swimming in this same bowel Tired of lacking structure Tired of regret Tired of resentment Tired of rage Tired of not belonging How does one free itself from this bowel Jump outside myself i die So i continue to swim around and around This bowl the obstacle of my pain. Till i no longer see myself as the fish bowl but instead the fish.