Mind Over Matter

Apparently this is so

Apparently this is true
Tell yourself something, long enough
It becomes your truth

The feeling isn't wanted
By source or who it's haunting
But, stained, it is
Wash, you can't
How, ever can you be undaunted?

That's a question you can't answer
This feeling is like a cancer
Untreated, it grows
As your mind, it taints
Here is your plan, break out that paint

Grab the brush, cover up that stain
Work, work and hide and feign
For the moment you think you'll feel better
Swallowed by nothing but sunny weather
But rain WILL come back and that paint it will chip
The stain revealed, your soul begins to rip

Do you feel with your heart or with your head?
Would you rather turn said heart to lead?
Could you live that way?
What a world it would be
All emotions void, all are zombies

Time has come now, listen not to your heart
The head's got this handled, better finish, better start
Say what you want, it shall be
Gone, it will and set you free


~Briana Stewart~


Original poem of mine. I wanted to share it.

*Don't try jacking, my junk is backed up*