The Voice of My Mind

The Voice of My Mind

Why do I tussle so hard

To washout the memory in the dim yard?

I wanted to stain my dreams with crayons,

But at 4 am I’m locked up with only chaos.

Once again, I could spot nails piercing,

In the wounded heart that’s still pumping.

Is it a repetition of history?

Or have I lost myself in mystery?

I was heedless of my own scars,

And devoted myself to other folks’ calls.

Knowing, I would end in resentment,

I still walked to receive disappointment.

Now I’m certain that no one will care;

It’s my life so I should only bear.

Surely, I must revamp myself,

At least to guard my mental health.

-EJ