My mind always creates a flurry of disruption,
Usually it’s driven by a boisterous corruption.
It never points in one direction so I’m not sure of its aim,
As it rips through my head, it leaves me filled with shame.
I will quest to know the reason why it has to be this way,
What is it that I’m missing I wonder more each day.
Am I doing something wrong or am I simply out of sync,
With all the clamor and confusion it’s really hard to think.
Friendless and alone is how it desires me to feel,
Persuading me to except it, as if it all were real.
It thinks of me as weak, as if I had no way to win,
It plays upon my fear in the hope that I’d give in.
Staunch is my conviction that the noise won’t always last,
I will find the inner strength to keep the noise lost in my past.
~David Phillips~
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