Why do we put ourselves through hell thinking the unthinkables, complicating simple thoughts of “can’t do anything about its”?
Is it the repressions of past frustrations not vented? Why the oversensitive interpretation of a simple act? And no question asked…easier if asked!
Why do we keep these silent thoughts mute in the midst of communication? Do we like the torture our minds bear in twisting and turning misconceptions?
Do we put shackles in our minds and whip ourselves silly with torrid thoughts…we batter our brains with senseless recourse?
Is it a masochist longing for the pain of thoughts? Can we not think happy thoughts?
Sleepless nights bear witness to these violent abuses…daylight met with utter torments! Can we escape this maniacal mental maze?
Is torture our mind’s medium when sulking in misery's muse?