My Mind

As I wander through my mind,

I’m surprised at what I see.

Lies, rumours, acts,

All to cover up,

What really happened to me.

I wander through the jungle mind,

Slowly looking at all the mind trees.

Slower and slower I walk,

Until I come to a stop.

Certain memories reach for me,

Memories I want to forget

To the centre of my mind I go,

Yet not wanting to go at all.

Into the vaults, all with secrets.

I realise my mistakes,

And slowly I begin to fall.

Each vault holding a deadlier secret than the next.

Promises I have made,

Yet most been broken long ago.

I try to understand,

What I’ve done to deserve this,

What I’ve done to do, to see,

To feel and to live through,

All of my life.

I then begin to question,

The real meaning of my life.

But I cannot see a meaning,

To all my pain and strife.

To all outside,

They see nought but pain and despair.

But hidden I keep,

All my anger and fear.

My mind I reside in,

When life gets to a point.

And there I stay,

Even when I shouldn’t.

I’m not the person you think,

As complex as I may seem,

You’ve only stood on the brink.