Mind Enemy Poem by True Eyes

If my purpose is hidden
from my eyes,
then I will beg God to see

Body and mind caught up
in much turmoil
trying to protect and improve the foundation
of me

If dying is the only time
when our minds can rest,
then while alive will we forever
be our own worst enemy?

What would it feel like to escape?
Please show me
I need no help from a pipe, plant, or drink
I just want to escape my mind
I want to live, without conscious thought to
every action

But how can I blame my mind,
because it knows the consequences of
not thinking at all

She's killing me, questioning my every move,
she questions my friends and trust
She demands more, but doesn't realize
that I'm on
'E'

I can't tell her that I'm not perfect,
she'll be mad at me
She has rejected the streets,
and kept me in the house to learn to read
more effectively

She's built objectives,
and implemented theories
but what happens when they're proven
false

And just like me, the things that
were once familiar now offer
some mystery
Give us both something easy to hold
onto, something or someone pure

Pure enough to come straight from the creator,
with natural answers
that our old minds seem to delete
while storing man-made
explanations

He confides in me,
he's consistent with his attiude
fresh friendship
because I'm positive
he says

Is he flirting while asking
me questions?
or am I just a mystery to him
that he's trying to solve?
Of course they are all obsessed
with mystery, then find another
once it is solved

Am I being too hard on him?
Is genuine kindness, just his nature?
Have I become so immune to deceit
and dishonesty,
that I reject the gentle hand that is trying to grasp mine?

He may not ever touch my heart,
because my mind is analyzing
him

Could he be a root to keep
me upright?
Could I be rejecting the very thing
that I fight for?
Has the exits of my life resulted in
a defensiveness towards
men?