Abused To Less Use Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Minds abused to less use,
To think beyond the limits we visit.
Restricted to customs.
Taught to sit.
And marinate in the staleness of age.
Awaiting for thoughts,
From others who sell them as they were taught.

What if you said to yourself,
"I will not be ill or feel a single pain."
Would that change your attitude?
Or are you addicted to be mentally abused.
What if you said to yourself,
"I have had enough of nonsense to have it! "
What would you do?
Choose to remove yourself from it?
Or accept the nonsense.
As if a habit not to quit.
Like tolerating a relationship.
To ignore the signs you are out of your mind.
Numbed to the fact,
You built that trap and threw away the key.
Hoping the door you locked,
Would open automatically.

What if you said to yourself,
"I'm deserving to feel much better than I do."
Would you ask someone else,
How best to do that?
Or would you discover that to do for youself?
By using your mind.
Found abused to less use.
Allowing yourself to do this.
And why?
For acceptance and approval.
And from who?
Someone who has not a clue who you are?
And if you knew who you were,
You would not have to ask...
From anyone anything.
About what makes you happy.
To find that within yourself,
Before thinking someone else...
Is more qualified to identify,
What you can not identify to qualify recognized.
With a mind seldom used,
Without self abusing it.
Yourself with no one's help to accuse.