My mind...is steel...like the curve or the edge of a razor blade...
Cutting and shaving anything and everything
to create a madness...
retreaving sadness from it's sheathe and cutting into reality
Feeling this pain and slice...everytime someone is mad at me
But It doesn't matter...my mind
my mind is a rock....a bouldier that when someone gets close or
Moves I stop them...like a dam and water
A rock...something unusual...
flat...but at the sametime very unmovable...
A rock...a pebble if you wish...able to skip across water...sleep in water with fish
Whenever I take a dip...that's it no lifting
Walk around...full...and empty...
Always on the ground things hold me down...like gravity is always against me...
My mind...I am like...rain
Able to fall stop...cause floods...stop
Cause mudslides...crops...kill...but...I stop
No clouds around...no strikes of lightning...just rain
The parts of the brain that keep me sustained
To reality and almost able to resist most pain
But when It's sunny I go away
To come back another day and bring forth descruction and hurricanes
PEople speak of my name(Katrina) tsunami...tides...in my veins...
My brain...My mind...I am...what you expect me not to be...But I am forever thinking...and creating...and shaping........my......mind