My mind is a toxic place,
Left to its own devices, it runs rabid…
Spewing out poisonous garbage every chance it gets…
Such negativity, and pessimism, such cynicism, and angst.
What’s the point in trying to be optimistic when, at a moments
notice, I’m always dragged back down to this dark place?
Funny thing is, most of the times, nothing is wrong…
Yet, my toxic mind always seems to find a way to poison my
happiness.