Untitled…

Untitled this poem,
unknowing the
theme,
of what do I write,
of what do I dream?
Nightmares ensue, as 
my brain knows best
what subject to chose,
thus disturb my rest.
Sending deep fears
designed to scare.
Untitled this poem?
My brain has no care. 
LadyP©2014
I have this belief that my brain hates me,
It knows the fears I hide from everyone else,
  and delights in scaring the living daylights out of me.