The power our thoughts have on us, is scary,
Sometimes they makes me smile,
Mostly cry.
They determine what I wear,
Who I talk to,
What I do,
And what I consume for food.
One day I’ll wake up,
Happy as can be thinking to myself,
“No one can stop me”,
But then the next day,
I’m a mess,
Now all I want to do is sleep, cry, and watch my comfort series.
School doesn’t help on those messy days,
It makes me tired,
I want to go home,
And needing rewired.
My brain hurts,
It keeps stabbing me with a knife,
Telling me I’m worthless and I can’t “do life”.
The pain that thoughts cause,
Is more than gain,
And the biggest annoyance;
It’s never ending.