living in my head

a poem i made after i hurt the people at home who love me much. this was after a stressful day at my workplace.

What if you're a person who live in your head?

living in my head is both a gift and a curse.

a gift if what run in there are positive thoughts and dreams
my days are driven by those in my head.
determined to actualize its lead
sweet and happy disposition like eating cookies and creams
always a quality time at home and at work
pleasant to be with and no time to lurk.

a curse it is when bad thoughts and doubts seep in
without warning ravaged everything.
swaying, laying could not hold still
anger and resentment in my home fill
regret is too late, a need for space
to renew and restore distorted, wicked thoughts.

it is hard to live in my head.
what runs in there direct my heart
loving and feeling need a good conditioning
compassion is a goal to achieve

yet i know being good and loving
are fruits of self-nurturing.
giving space to myself,
accepting the love and compassion of others
and connecting to the Highest Being
Who loves me unconditionally.