My Mind Poem by Christon SykesSmith

Flying in a frozen wasteland.
Which is my mind
Freezing.
Dyeing.
Crying.
Nothing else matters.
My mind is dead
it's so cold
Sooner or later we all get old.
It's ok just let the truth be told.
For I have nothing to hide.
But all to keep inside.
Everything to say.
Nothing to tell.
O well I guess I'm on my own.
Always have always will...
But I can't knock off this chill.
That someone is there.
Are they trying to give me a scare?
It won’t work just stay on guard.
Just like you've been taught.
It's not that hard.