It Won'T Leave Me Alone
You told me something so horrible it keeps going
Through my mind.
When will it repose?
My brain feels like it's an electronic game
With my thoughts moving fast through a kind
Of fiber light wire that just won't close
I can't end the game.
Thoughts are now intertwind
And run wild through my head. Please,
Some one help me. I don't want to impose.
Look at what I became.
I thought I was thick skinned
With a purpose.
Now I don't even remember my name.
To late I learned I' m thin skinned.
I even have to watch the time for my next dose
Of medicine that is in a glass cabinet frame.
I am here to remind
People that there are those
Who love to play mind
Games.
Watch out for their kind
For words they transpose,
And transfer blame
On to some one they have confined
Hoping to bring shame
On a mind
They tried to rescind.
Copyright © Bette Bavington | Year Posted 2018
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