My Mind

My Mind

Such a thing that is my mind.
It does not leave me with much thought.
Most of the time it is un-kind.
With battles old that has already been fought.

Shadows of the past lurk in everywhere.
Bringing forth memories best left alone.
None that I am able to release and share.
With all who pass me, never are they shown.

Friends that know me, don’t.
Strangers, who see me, do.
Family, who fear me, won’t.
People who are me, true.

My Mind