You are harsh To yourself. Why would this be ? Has life made you doubt Of the worth that I see ? We are driven By others , And our brain the driver. Speeding too fast From someone no wiser. Breaking the breaks When our gas is low. Others do see , Yet nobody shows.
Do you really wish For them to proceed? Wrecking your worth Until you bleed.
But thoughts Of our own, Are no others to mould. Your mind is free As is your soul.
For the mind it cracks Under false illusion.
As conclusions of false , Are the brains confusions.
I was once so little, Though mature in the mind. My heart now brittle From moments unkind. And with that I fell cold, No warmth for my soul. My mind Turned old, Then my heart fell alone. With no love, Nor touch,
Clear the path Of a mind so weak. Home is near Though I cannot see. 'Take me,please', Pray God for ease. Mouth shut Outside, As I try to speak. Though only my thoughts Can hear my pleas. Now worn in exhaust,
From child to adult, We learn to flee. Away from home, And to the sea. From the wings of our guardians, We fly among the rest. To our own creation, Away from our nest. Flying is hard, Terror pollutes the air. Leaving me burdened, Alone,
The mind Is larger than Anyone could see. Panic and worry Over things unseen. Find comfort in worlds Of make believe. Yearning for safety In the heart of green. Urging to run,
My mind is windy, So cold in storm. Thoughts so violent They scrape and scorn. Illness of those Who freak and fret, Led to temptation Of permanent rest. Locked in frustration Of guilt and regret.