I Don’t, Mind

Do we always have to pay attention to "them"?

“An eye for an I”, Rebecca Dandridge-Walker

They keep making me
Fear my choices and
I tremble
Without rationalising 
I can’t even 
Fathom how to stop.
I don’t, Mind.

They keep making me
Break things and 
Wreak havoc here
By terrorising
The people I love the most.
Shouldn’t I stop this?
I don’t, Mind

They keep making me
Follow and
I agree
Without ever fighting 
I can’t ever
Tell them to stop.
I don’t, Mind.

They keep making me
Do things and
I do them
Without realising 
My autopilot tendencies.
Never stop.
They don’t, Mind.

They’re making me 
Withhold things 
My life 
is what they’re jeopardising 
But I will no longer let them control me anymore 
Because
I mind.

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Annonya Mouse lives in a luxury box in Mullville, mulling about the cheeses of the world. Mouse likes food for thought, and also likes thoughts on food. Aside from poetry, sometimes Mouse also dabbles in prose.