strains of an old ABBA song flitting through my mind,
other thoughts also around, creating cacophony,
to this one, sweet little melody.
this mind of mine is a dangerous place,
sometimes crowded, sometimes a light space,
right now it is as full of thoughts as can be,
thoughts that bind you up, unlike some that set you free.
dwelling on the things that others have said,
filling you with fear, hate and also dread.
can it be so, start thinking you,
what someone said, is it really true?
can someone really know me better,
or do i know best, should the illusions shatter?
my mind is now a dark place to be,
but for the sake of peace, i should let it free.
does anyone have a right to hurt me so much?
do intentions matter, when consequences are such?
if the former is true, that they do matter,
then weren't mine also true, never mind the latter?
the mind doesnt allow things sometimes, this is one such time,
so, no matter what i know, how do i convince this mind of mine.
mind over matter is what everyone says,
what if the mind is broken, has been for days?
shouldnt i let it heal, shouldnt i let it mend,
so that this horrible movie can finally finally end?
but everytime i patch it up someone rips the tape,
pokes through the remains,letting the wound gape.
to stand on one's feet when they're broken, one needs crutches,
mo matter how much you warm up, no matter how long one stretches.
mind over matter i tell myself everytime,
but when matter overpowers everything, what happens to the mind?
so i am in this corner, licking my own wound,
trying to heal quickly, or maybe its too soon.
i know that the hurt is not cruel, but it is still a pain,
just like wht you're going thru, i'm going thru the same.
you are older and wiser, and much better at dealing,
with the hurt, with the pain and everything you are feeling.
i cant say the same about me i'm crippled my the pain,
and if i dont excape this soon, i'll definitely go insane.
