What If. - Poem

What if true happiness was on the other side of crazy? What if I took one more step over the edge? What if instead of falling, I spread my arms and tried to fly? What stops me often times? What cuts my mind in half, displaying evil and good inside one head? All at once two sides are at war. On a battlefield of broken thoughts and torn up truths. I'm where I should be, I should be happy. I am and I'm not, a peril of thought. A solider not ready. I'm shaken, unsteady. A fighting child, with a poet's heart.