my thoughts, my mind

it’s how i feel,

don’t change that.

it’s my thoughts, my mind

and so i’d take a bat,

to fight the anxieties

that strip me of my identities.

the pain floods my heart so deep,

fills my body with water, making the tears seep

onto a river, barrelling down a track,

because what i’m about to say is more serious than a heart attack.

it’s my thoughts, my mind,

you can’t pay rent to it,

that’s not for you to decide.

so get the fuck off my land,

since hundreds of hours couldn’t make you understand.

you won’t be needing my number anymore,

especially since my heart is still so sore.