Insanity and Reality

In the halls of my mind I walk as I ponder, Over things that trouble me, big and small, Over things that tear me asunder; As though I was made for this toll. And I burn and melt and boil with these: The fancily named; dyslexia and schizophrenia, Even the owned one; Parkinson's disease, For they make me succumb to insomnia. And as I struggle with this jumble Of emotion and thought that conflict within, In and out of reality I stumble And only stop when I'm at my mind's end. Will my intellect stay firm or will it crumble? My sanity is a thing I always question and contemplate. "It'll all be fine!" To myself I mumble. Hopefully, one day, I will be out of this state!