mental storm

Incapable of feeling anything for anyone, condemned to feel too much for everything. My life is based on contradictions upon contradictions. The opposite torments me. The opposite torments me, haunting me. My mind is made up of a storm of confusing ideas and feelings. My receptors don't know how to respond adequately, that's where my illness begins to unfold. My dementia, my insanity, my delusions; my illness. The madness I try to hide. Sometimes I get lost in it; it suffocates me. I know that if I don't deal with it, it will affect the people around me even more, including me. I might never get out of here if I continue like this.