Lost.

It hurts to breathe, I feel as if I am breathing with a single lung. The heaviness that clogs my throat and halts my breath is mixed with tiredness that occupies my body. Together they create the shaken and very stirred element of weight on my being.
My mind is occupied with a sense of paranoia. I cannot tell what people say or think of me, and so I only read the judgement that I, and only I see within their gaze.
My mood swings like wind blowing a dead man on a noose. A twenty minute blast of hyperactivity and socialism is drowned out by a prolonged feeling of depression and sickness.

Am I loosing it?