trying to be still on a half a pill to keep trauma quiet it keep on crying it's roaring like a lion in rage engaged in conversation with mind it won't let go of past time it keeps turning around and going back to places I swore when I left to never return when will it learn to obey the set rules and established boundaries it's my life and it's my terms I'm in control I steer the boat it's my flow but the mind catches me off guard next thing I know I'm standing in the yard of my youth being beat with a heel of a shoe bleeding out the out the wazoo therefore I think about the good times I had to escape the bad the minds a mad menace but I am creatively gifted with talent to override the system to balance out the negative response add a little sugar like a dose of dopamine to candy coat symbols and repetitious mental reinactments of disturbing events I think I should put mind in time out to out mind my self until it learns to behave it self