Unwanted Honesty

What if I told you
That I'm not actually doing okay?
If I were actually honest
And let you know that I'm
Not doing well at the moment
And I'm struggling to not feel
Overwhelmed and retreat
From society and all my
Friends who care about me.
I'm not eating enough,
I'm not sleeping enough,
And things are getting
Fuzzy around the edges
Where the things I
Normally can't see
Like to hide.
They appear only in
Peripheral and half-glances.
I don't know if I believe
That they are real or not,
But I am seeing them
Nonetheless.
Maybe I have finally
Broken my mind.
Perhaps I am
Now insane.
Could you actually handle
Knowing this side of me?
Or would you run away,
Like all the others
Who came before you?