I can be close to normal as you claim –

haven't yet gone volatile, and insane;

The world can pull at your heart strings,

emotions can pimp you out if you let them;

One.... uneven tug,

a mess spreads about that would erect a mountain: swept under a rug;

You're going under,

stampeding thunder;

Psychedelic rush,

secrets flowing from the sounds of a mocking thrush;

Speak when spoken to: as such,

soft tone – a whispered hush.