My Mind Poem by Karl Newton

I just can't handle this mind
This racing, speeding, erratic mind of mine
This black or white
Terrible or brilliant
No in between, mind of mine
Either racing at 110 miles per hour
Or suicidal mind of mine
On a good day I feel like I can conquer the world
On a bad day I feel the whole world is against me and everyone hates me
There is never an in between
My mind, constantly sedated and controlled for its own safety
My mind, regularly analysed but never fully understood
My mind, so pessimistic and self-loathing
My mind self-destructive to the core
I just can't handle this mind
I don't want it anymore