It is not me,
But we share the same body.
It is not me—
My mind is my enemy.
Tedious routines,
Playing on repeat;
Like a restless stream,
No one can intervene.
Again and again,
It says…
Again and again,
It’s relentless.
When will I be free
Of thoughts not my own?
Two identities,
Warring for the throne.
My mind is my enemy;
And still… it’s a part of me.
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Author:
C.M (
Offline) - Published: September 21st, 2025 16:56
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Torn in thoughts this poem projects this well. Nicely written
Thank you! I really appreciate your comment
You are most welcome
Oh how I feel your pain. You have read my mind. It is most frustrating.
Let me know if you find something that helps. Kind regards, Katie
It's comforting to know someone understands the frustration. I do hope we get through this
Oh how I feel your pain. You have read my mind. It is most frustrating.
Let me know if you find something that helps. Kind regards, Katie
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