Mind Games
My mind plays games with me.
It tells me one thing,
And changes it before I can see.
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These games are no fun for me.
And after there is a sting,
Of regret and remorse as painful as a bee.
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Then I wallow for me.
Sad and ashamed,
Why can my mind not register my plea?
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And is it not enough that it wounds me?
My mind is a part,
Of my body and system neat and orderly.
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It betrays and berates me.
Then it apologizes,
And promises it will never again be.
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Will it keep that promise to me?
I will wait till next time,
To see if I can agree.
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