Embers left to grow

I tell them my mind is burning and that I can not put it out

I told them the embers were there years ago,

That I convinced myself it would be better to let them go out on their own

I should have known better,

That those embers would grow

Now I'm left here with a mind aglow

It may be to late now that the fire is raging,

But perhaps, just maybe, this mind is worth saving?