What a life I chose.

I still feel sane, still feel sure.
I'm still crazy, still nervous.

It's a mood swing taking me far.
Which makes me worse: nobody can see it on the outside.
It's all just held in, let out all at once.

And when nobody's looking, it all comes undone.

It's a burden I slap onto others just by being near.
Nobody wants this, and it's not right for me to infect them.