Inside my head, is a peculiar mind
A mind one can't fathom
Or even begin to understand
In some situations, it's very helpful
In others, it was a detriment
And the thoughts that used to pass through
I cannot even begin to comment
In my mind, I see people and things
Far more than I really should
In my mind some people annoy me
But the thought never left that neighbourhood
In my mind I've had thoughts of death
And inflicting pain
But if i did that, I wouldn't have anything to gain
My mind acts as a filter, and weeds out the few
who it thinks are genuwine, just one and two
And it also plays out scenarios
That i'd want to happen based on intense emotions
My mind, the killer is what some call it
But that's not what it is
It just overworks, overthinks, and over-imagines
It used to hurt, now it tends to heal
It used to connive others, but now it's real
It used to kill others, now it tries to save.
It used to bury others in body bags
In shallow graves
But now it's transformed, clean, and renewed
It's because of Christ why it never killed you
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