My mind is a battlefield,
A dramatic sentiment to be sure,
But one I can't help but endure

On one side logic,
Smart and calculated,
Glum and cynic,
Intelligent yet blind to truth

The other creative
Artistic and emotional,
Energetic and passive,
In touch with feelings yet blind to reason

Day and night they fight,
The mind constantly in Flux,
No matter how I try and make it right,
The mind tears itself apart.

When one is happy,
The other is irritated,
One wishes me social,
The other wants to be isolated.

One wants to create,
The other would rather fade away,
One wants to live before it is too late,
The other had given up long ago.

Yet it is not the battle that wounds me so,
Rather the sense of loneliness that accompanies it,
As no matter how many friends or people I talk to,
I find I am alone in a war against myself,
A war with no winners, only a mutually assured destruction of the psyche.

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My thought don't process well into words. As such I at times struggle to talk to others, let alone articulate some of the things I go through when asked by doctors or friends.

Tbh past few weeks been feeling down again. Be it the current state of the world or just my ongoing issues rearing its head. Either way figured I'd try making something around that, since supposedly putting down such thoughts into art can help. Though due to something of an artistic block I have been struggling to draw much of anything, so instead I created this poem.