You have me surrounded,
but I'm staying in the house.

It won't be forever,
I will snap at you to be patient again,
I will try so hard
And I will run back, to a different home
A little older.

I will repeat the process
Of half-trying to fulfill my ideals
With a wonky bipolar brain
Until I die,
Which will leave you with an odd story
And a very large selection of strange, emotional
quotes.

You will have taken part in my ******,
Once having been a reason
I took another breath.