On the verge of bad decisions

Just can’t seem to make it through

Something always seems to hold me back

A self-protecting

No a centrifuging force

Twirling me towards a center I can never reach

There it is again

That voice

That one,

always making a mockery

Of my futile efforts

To jump the heights I always believed I could reach

The voice of mockery

Or is it maturity

Holding me back

On the verge

of bad decisions