Busy. Lost. Dazed.

Everything is a unclear blur and I can't keep track.
De-railing seems likely and the speed is fast,
My mind is reeling with thoughts of fear and doubts

What do I do now?

My parents tell me to slow down and take a break,
But having a break means I can't handle it
That I'm weak.
Do I'll go up a gear and forget safety,
Forget my fears and concerns,
Forget what it means to stop.
Because eventually I'll crash,

Might as well be now.