Self talk

Sometimes it rains in our mind
And the wagon wheels of thought
Still go round and round in it
We have ruts in our mind, ya know?
Those thoughts that we think over and over
I'd give you examples but you already know them
That's just how our oyster minds work
Swirling that sandy thought again and again
Hardening into a smooth, perfect pearl
A gorgeous creation of anxiety, shinny and grey
We march forward, deepening the holes in the ground
Our repetitive thoughts corrosive and toxic
They take the form of whatever we want
And sometimes it is a flogger we hold in our hands
Whipping our own backs because of how weak we are
Over and over we repeat the hate filled words
Cussing ourselves out and tearing ourselves down
There's beaten down pathways in our skulls
Our forest of memories echoing with self hatred
The galaxies of bruises forming underneath our feet
Over and over and over we destroy ourselves
How many times have we fallen down
In holes that we have picked and dug into our road
We cut down our growth and never find happiness
Our whispers turn to talk turn to yells and then screams
Deafening in the sounds of sonic booms
Deafening us as it keeps growing louder and louder
Until there is nothing but white noise
Be careful what you think... For your thoughts hold power