I Felt A Little Sorry Poem by Phil Soar

I felt a little sorry for myself
Words of comfort came, but were dismissed
Like worn out toys that sit upon a shelf
My thoughts were like a story with a twist

No matter how I try, my mind reflects
On things I have no reason to replay
Yet all the thoughts my brain seems to detect
Are there, recorded, and that's where they stay

When times are good, I cease to draw them out
The library of my mind keeps them at bay
And yet there is an element of doubt
When I just feel so sorry for myself.