coming undone

Time is compressing in on itself

I'm her one moment, the next 

Someone else.

I've been too many things

And somehow not enough -

Will I ever figure it out?

Feels like I'm falling behind,

An imaginary line.

I drift further back,

I'm twelve again,

Only have one real friend 

Wanting it all to end - 

And I tell her all these things 

The feeling,

Sinking…

Further down I descend 

Flips, here I ascend:

Thirty one coming 

Undone