To Control My Mind
Just 16- my mind has bloom,
The misunderstanding of life
And living-
Exposed to the bare world & the dark places that cannot be denied...
I panick & fall back on anxiety
Worthless I thought
Till I remind myself of how fortunate living is for me.
But what am I doing now to serve my generation?
Thoughts of a purposeful life start to run with anxiety,
a deadly thought.
A battle with my thoughts-
To control my mind-
This poem is about:
Me
My community
Our world