Mind Your Mind.

They say a mind is a terrible thing to waste.
Well, I didn't have on in the first place.

Random bursts of happiness
bombard me intermittent with waves of dismay.
What did they give me,
To make me this way.

I can't focus.
It's hard to do.

Can't see through the gloom.
Busy thoughts.
Hurtle through my head
like freight trains.

Everything must be in its proper place.
If not it gnaws at me, eating away at me.
Such a disgrace.