In the Mind of Me

In the mind of me, there are more thoughts racing, bouncing, and colliding with one another that aren’t easily understood. These thoughts cloud my everyday wants, dreams, and goals

In the mind of me, there are insecurities. I have some that I know others have no clue about, but I know they’re there, so I fight to cover the flaws that not even the brightest and most observant of people would see.

In the mind of me, questions of my life decisions and deepest of aspirations. Constantly being told that you can’t do something, not has been stained into the mind of me, but soon became a belief. After being told again and again, you won’t amount to anything worth giving attention to because the color of my pigment.

In the mind of me, things are seen differently. I see love and passion, in a world filled with hate and aggression.

In the mind of me,my future feels as though it’s being torn and stretched in each and every which way. Each direction being guided by a new path, opportunity, and or false sense of security.

In the mind of me, tears are saved, as they mentally stream from one sad thought to the next. Until I have a big whirlpool of deep and sad emotions and just want to shout out and cry.

In the mind of me, myself is seen as a survivor of ridicule and harassment, not a human being. I’m seen as a failure, that was never meant to succeed. Doomed by the name in which I bare and flesh I have received.

In the mind of me, a crying and wounded soldier wants removed from a fight that is long overdue, but continues, continues, and continues to battle because he doesn’t know how to stop the emotional drain and shed of false integrity.

In the mind of me, I feel underappreciated and misunderstood, based on the standards set on what society has come to call acceptance.

In the mind of me, I wonder. I am lost, but this is the mind of me. What can I say? My thoughts are dynamic, constantly changing. In this mind, I have a need for someone to say,” I love you, you’ll be okay.”