My mind is such a beautiful place ,
a crazy , scary but beautiful place ,
That loves me but hurts me ,
Like mum every time she left me ,
I’m sometimes scared of the darkness
lurking in the corner,
Like my abuser , the preacher ,
Most times I’m fascinated by what it embodies,
Like my lover in summer ,
I’ll like for the world to see its beauty,
at least once before I go ,
To gaze upon it in wonder,
Like my art exhibition Last November ,
But the doctors say it’s not real,
all the things that I said never happened to me,
And that I’m not fifty ,
but only just turned fifteen,
They say it’s a tumor ,
Well, I say Doc get a sense of humor .