Derailed train of thought, a mental health poem
My mind is a scary place to be,
It’s a place nobody wants to see.
I have spent most of my life in there,
Hiding from a world that doesn’t care.
My mind is a lonely place to be,
Nobody here can understand me.
The conflict of light and dark inside.
A battle from which I cannot hide,
My mind is a deadly place to be,
The voices inside want to hurt me.
They are trapped and can never escape,
So they try to poison me with hate.
My mind is a random place to be,
Voices always try to confuse me.
The quest to focus has always failed,
My train of thought has been derailed.
My mind is a noisy place to be,
A whirlwind of voices surrounds me.
Only music can block them all out,
It protects me when they scream and shout.
My mind is a dark prison for me,
No way for me to ever be free.
I don’t want to go out of my mind,
As a way back I might never find.
My mind is the only place for me,
The place I still always want to be.
A strange place that I can call my home.
Where I can sit proud upon my throne.