Hate who I've become

The path begins to explode.
Wild herbs and flowers tickle my neck.
The sun seems to be hiding,
giving up hope on my return.

My small feet start to swell,
as I dodge and jump every obstacle.
It's been hours, days, months
but no luck on certainty.
No luck on sanity.

I start feeling the sweat trickle down,
sliding down my neck and back and chest.
How have I become so lost,
so messed up in my mind.

Soon I start to panic,
a wild circus freed in my body.
My hands start to shake,
losing grip on my last chance.

How did I become so lost,
wandered so far from my path?
I've forgotten who I am,
lost who I was
and hate who I've become.