I am a brain.
Sometimes you love me for my rational way of thinking
Or when you get an A on the math test you thought you would fail
What you don’t love is when I get in the way of your heart
Because then you know
You’re stuck on this emotional rollercoaster
And there’s no getting off ’till the end
You don’t really understand the way I work
Or why I make you think the things you think
Or why you make you do the things you do
I give you reason to think the things you think
And sometimes you mull it over and you can’t help but think
But there’s a reason for my madness
In a field of matters you’re only just beginning
What is the labyrinth
Is it the pain you feel in life or the escape?
Is it straight and fast? Is that the way out of suffering?
I am a brain.
The story behind the poem:
During a therapy session my psychologist placed numerous objects on a table in front of me and asked me to write something from the objects point of view. While writing this I wasn’t me, I was my brain and after I had written my poem, my psychologist asked if I thought this poem was related to my feelings in any way. I said no. She asked me to read it again, aloud and insert my name and personal pronouns where needed.
So I thought I would share this with you because I’ve realised that in the past few months I’ve been underestimating myself.A lot. And after reading this poem a second time I realised that even though my writing is far from perfect I am a talented writer. And writing this has made me realise that now it isn’t just something people say to be nice and it was never just something people said to be nice, it was something they genuinely believed. And now I believe it too.
Stop stopping yourself.