Sometimes I (mi) feel like

Sometimes mi feel like seh a me alone inna mi mind,

And then I’m reminded that there is someone else

gnawing at my sanity, preying on my weaknesses,

launching attacks and pre-counterattacks to my counterattacks.

Sometimes I’m confused about who to be when my mind decides

to launch a “grande debate” about what being should be “controlling” me.

I don’t get it...wasn’t my mind made for me? To be a safe haven where I can

escape and embrace the real me? A place where I can shed my disguise and

bare my naked being to the walls that are safely surrounding me.

They are “keeping me in”...well...that’s what they should be doing.

My mind’s walls should be keeping me in and keeping things (others) out!

Instead, it has launched a public display of affection for destruction before

the rest of my body parts as, my mind parts to accommodate the unwelcome,

yet highly anticipated debate: “Who is in control? Like really! Who is?”