To Control My Mind

Wed, 06/27/2018 - 23:47 -- Heta7

 

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

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