Poetry — Uneasy Shadows

I can feel the blood rush through my head as I careen out of control. My thoughts are escaping in different directions while I push myself to regain a sense of closure.

As the thoughts careen from delusions, I realize that these people are good. Am I good, too? I'm not crazy, right? Do you believe me? Do you believe I am good?

As I slip into the darkness of my psyche, I take note of the knife in my hand, the steps I'm taking around the house. What's wrong with me? Am I trying to kill myself? Am I trying to kill another person?

"Ahhhhhhh!" I scream. I scream so loud that I think they've heard me. Have they heard me? I realize that the scream did not come from me.

What is going on? I see blood on my hands. Then I wake up.