I want to pack my bags and leave

I might have to break a few hearts in the process but what about mine? I might have to hurt some people but what about my pain? I might disappoint some people but what if I have a different idea of success?
You can’t find me, until I find myself. You don’t know me, when I don’t even know who I am. You can’t tie me down with wings like these.
I’m here to manifest the impossible, because nothing really is. I’m here to feel every ounce of joy and pain my being can possibly handle even if I die in the process.