My Mind

The mind of an oxymoron

My mind, The oxymoron.
I love people, yet I hate them as well
I want love, but I push it away when I feel frail.
I act like things don't bother me when I really care
I remain in one place when I'd rather be over there.
I feel like no one will ever understand me
Maybe not even myself
And I wish my mind would quiet down
I swear I'm not good for my health.
I always wonder if this is my fate
But I have no choice but to devour what's on my plate.
My silly mind
You make me have trust issues
But honestly, that same mind never fails to prove.
Maybe it's a gift and a curse
It's not always for the best, but it isn't the worst.
Guess I should work with what I have, for God makes no mistakes.
I should learn to love my mind; and for it, embrace.
Because it very well could be telling me what I need to hear.
I just hope it doesn't leave me broken and unfair.