Was it ever comforting to be alone and let the mind be free?
Has my life been something that has meant the world to me?
Why have I been almost overtaken by my thoughts?
And how will I be able to learn everything I’m taught?
The part of me that makes me who I am, was vulnerable
So difficult to handle, and at times quite gullible
Believing that there’s nothing that could keep it in control
Deep and heartfelt nothingness, infests my inner soul
I take it with me where I go, of that there is no doubt
Unable to resolve the way it tears me inside out
Sometimes I feel ecstatic, but for most I’m lost for hope
Torn apart by mind control, just feeling I can’t cope
Where all else makes no sense to me, the one thing I hold dear
Is the way I handle troubles, with an element of fear
Not knowing if the words I say might steer me right off track
I stand alone, I look around, and no-one sees the crack
I keep my inner thoughts away from those who love me so
I wear the world on shoulders that have weakened from each blow
And yet I seem to amble by, in a world that’s so extreme
While others plan their days ahead, my mind is in a dream
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Thoughts, imagination and feelings form a dream to live in one's world of cognitive and affective self.