Dangerous

I'm getting bad again. Real bad. I don't trust myself. I'm scared of what I might do. I'm feeling dangerous. How far can a full tank of gas take you? No. I can't do that again. But I want to... And it's so tempting. But where would I go? I guess that's the beauty of it. I'll go wherever the road takes me. It sounds so nice... But they'd catch me again. They'd clip my wings so I couldn't leave anymore. They'd throw me back in therapy. I don't want to go back. But I'm not okay. I can't do life, I wasn't made right. And I've been told over and over again that the other option is selfish... But maybe it's my turn to be selfish. I'm feeling dangerous.