Reckless

Reckless is something
I tend to be
And something
That I used to be.
Mania drove me crazy,
Always leaving me restless.
Couldn’t call me
Lazy,
I guess, 
“A little crazy,”
Describes me.
I climbed mountains
Of insanity
Just to fall into rock bottom’s
Basement,
Hell,
It’s dungeon.
For what purpose?
To keep the self hatred
Going on
And on
And on?
Self-sabotage 
Was something that
Felt like it was
Literally meant for me.
But, it wasn’t my time to fall,
It was time to
Stand up,
To the insanity within me.
Don’t feed the demon,
She’s mean.
Expel her from existing.
Free me.
All I want to do
Is fly free.
Let me be me,
Don’t let my past confine me,
This era is a whole new me.

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