I’m a very cold person if I so believe.
But does it serve me well to go on in this way?
That I do not enjoy it should offer a clue.
I can trick myself into believing it’s true
Just because all alone is how I’d rather stay.
From the world outside mine I deserve a reprieve.
It is fear, I suppose, that keeps me self-contained.
The baser human instinct I cannot predict
In myself nor in others. I’m safe in my cage
Where I’m free to indulge in a counter rampage
To reverse the effects of the thoughts that conflict
With my mental wellbeing which is peace ordained.
I’m a warm hearted, loving, and giving person.
Somewhere deep down inside I know that this is true.
So the opposite feeling which has less power
Yet with some negative momentum will devour
The self-nurturing instinct. The thing I can do
Is examine my ill thoughts. It may not be fun.
All sorts of ideas and strict definitions
Are ingrained in my psyche. They stain my spirit.
I must sift my way through them all and let them go.
They are ideas only. If they cause me woe
Then I know they’re not conducive to keeping fit.
As I purge I’ll remember to keep the good ones.
