This is growing up.

Don't be too harsh on yourself
when you get so ******
you can't see anything
but fireworks behind your eyes.
You are young,
                           and the stars burn just as bright
                           as they did last night.
The Earth moves,
                           just like you
Never in the same space as it was before
Never in the same mind as you were before.

This is not
                  sanity.
It is just learning to cope
                 with your demons.
Your monsters are your friends
and the pounds of flesh you have relinquished
have a way of growing back.
*Each is a battle you won when you weren't looking.