On the Edge of Myself
Some days, I can’t seem to breathe right,
Like the air is too thick, too tight.
The world spins faster than my feet,
And I can’t find my own heartbeat.
My mind’s a storm, no calm inside,
Emotions crash like a rising tide.
Colours smear, thoughts collide,
And I’m left alone, nowhere to hide.
I stare at the mirror, eyes wide in fear,
Who is this person standing here?
The one who stumbles, who can’t stand tall,
Who feels like they’re losing it all.
I try to speak, but words won’t come,
As if my voice has come undone.
Each step feels heavy, too far to take,
And every breath feels like a mistake.
But somehow, through the chaos and haze,
I remind myself it’s just one of those days.
I’ll gather the pieces, find my ground,
Even if right now, I can’t be found.
For even madness fades with grace,
I’ll rise again, find my own space.
Shaping the Crazy 