I’ve just had a thought, it’s really not new,
I’ve thought it before, I‘ll think it again too,
It won’t go away, it wants me to see
that It’s in control of all that is ME
My Brain is the source of all the unease,
it ignores all my needs and all of my pleas,
every question I ask , every memory required
it just comes up blank, saying quota’s expired
It sure knows exactly which button to press
When I want reassurance, it says I’m a mess
When I need to sleep, it keeps me awake,
Who is in control for goodness sake?
It knows everything that scares me to death,
like statues that move, or a ghostly breath,
if I finally sleep, guess what’ll arrive?
a nightmare or two, just to show I’m alive.
Yes, I know my Brain hates me, I have the proof,
I can’t keep a secret, I can’t keep aloof,
as every thought that enters my head,
is filed for future reference, …. enuff said!!
LadyP © 2010