My mind is conspiring against me
It is a daily battle
One I must face alone
My mind she taunts me
Making me doubt myself
I am trapped by her
She questions my every move
Until she drives me to the brink of madness
Like a petulant child
I call to my inner wise woman
In a bid to calm her tantrums
At times she prevails
The child is hushed now
But I know this is only a lull
Before the impending storm that threatens to rage
It was simple and short and I loved it.
But if you don't tell what it is about, It would be rather more interesting, coz people relate to stuff differently, and you achieve more if things are enigmatic.
Just a suggestion.
Loved your poem.
Cool poem. I would have enjoyed trying to figure out the topic rather than being told though. Just an idea. Nice though!