Laughter ringing in my ears
mind going a mile a minute
believing they are laughing at me
But is that true, or is my mind playing a trick?
These are my daily struggles.
Not knowing what is true and what is a lie.
Trying to steady myself
in a world that tilts without warning,
where every whisper feels sharp,
and every glance feels loaded.
I breathe,
hoping the noise will quiet,
hoping my thoughts will soften
long enough for me to remember
that not every shadow is a threat,
and not every echo is about me.
Some days I win that battle.
Some days I don’t.
But I keep trying—
and that has to count for something.
