My thoughts are inconsistent,

Spiraling in my mind uncontrollably,

Twisting words to fit its liking

They're too big for my small mind,

Overwhelming and spilling out no matter

How many times I try to scoop it back in

My thoughts are dangerous, lethal

Digging into the good things to find bad

And create a "what if?" that keeps on edge

It takes the bad things and amplifies them,

Assembling illusory monsters to pick at my head

I let those thoughts consume me and lead me to a dark place,

Seemingly almost impossible to climb out of

Without breaking into anxiety

But sometimes, my thoughts give me a break

And enjoy what is around me without

Tainting it and destroying the good

It lets me keep the pleasant memories

And savor them 'till they're placed into special cabinets

To save them for later

My thoughts are my worst enemy, my bestfriend

Either tearing my head apart or letting it breathe

They are complex and unpredictable

But they are my thoughts;

My unpleasant, unstable, amusing thoughts