On the Brink of Insanity

I’m not alright;
I know I’m not right.
One day up, the next I’m down.

A seesaw of emotions teetering
on the brink of insanity;
I may swing past lunacy.

My feelings are as unstable
as a chemical reaction,
never knowing whether
I’ll be liquid or steam.

I’m so temperamental,
always changing temperature,
varying degrees
of madness.

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