Sometimes I Call Myself

Sometimes I call myself shipwreck, Suddenly static, stagnant, Somehow less than a person, a fragment And everything moves in slow motion. Sometimes I call myself abandoned building, Viciously vacant, vapid My mind is cloudy, heartbeat rapid, And it all gets too quiet. Sometimes I call myself time bomb, Terrifyingly tameless, thinning, My hands are trembling, my world is spinning, And I am growing afraid of my own mind. Sometimes I call myself human, Halfway happy, healing, My heart is sealing, true identity revealing, And I have learned to call myself....better.