My mind
is my worst enemy.

On my best days
I think a single thought of negativity
and I am slammed
to the floor
scraping my knees and elbows.

I get up,
brush off the dust
and hide the bruises
only to be
rammed into the ground
again and again.

My mind
is the playground bully.

I skip along
minding my own business
and it spits on me
makes me think I did something wrong
that I am at fault.

I hold my head high
keep walking
but my way is blocked
by my mind
dragging me away
from happiness.

My mind
is an annoying neighbor

All I want is peace
but the quiet is never permanent.
There are always unwanted guests
banging around and causing a disturbance.

I try to ignore it
to tune out
the unwanted noise.
But no matter how much I bang on the walls
It doesn’t go away.

I am
a flying bird

and my mind
is a hunter

I glide
high in the sky
but my mind
puts bullets through my wings

Shot down
from my soaring point of view
spiraling down
desperately flapping my broken wings
trying to get on top of the world again.