What is wrong with me?

One minute I'm fine, the next I'm not.

Little things set me off, the next thing turns into a breakdown and I'm sent across.

Crying, yelling, in Mom’s arms, like a baby in the stars.

All the anger in one body just tightened into a knot.

How do I move on with my life after this night? I’m supposed to just go to school and work and act right.

Next day you think it’s okay, but I’m still wondering what triggered my way.

Am I psychotic or just mad.

I know I'm not normal but is it bad?

I want to scream, I want to sleep, but all of it turns into stress eating.

Are they mad at what I've done? Leaving just shows your weakness and your lack of meekness.

Am I a bad person who should hurt? After all, my empathy calls.

What if they’re hurting and going through something disconcerting.

What if they get hurt and I can never fix it.

It’s always my fault, and if I was gone, the pain would be withdrawn.