I Keep Moving Backwards

Playing with fire.
And I ignore the sounding alarms.
I could be in a regression.
Or maybe stunting my progression.

Please forgive me for forgetting.
Erasing who I am.
Holding on as much as I can.

And I can’t.
I’m slipping.

Trying to walk up an escalator that’s going down.
Everything is going in the wrong direction.
I’m going backwards.

It’s just getting worse.
I hope you can push me up.
I would rather be stuck.
Stop moving in reverse.