When I’m upset I think mean,
Like for example,
What should I do for vengance?
But then, this cloud of questions and statements come,
And tells me what to do.

When I know something triggers me,
I know I seek revenge,
But this imaginary thing tells me not to do so.
They tell me,
It’s going to be okay.
But then a new one comes;
Is it going to be okay?

Yes, it tells me,
It will be okay.
You just need some rest,
So go lie in bed.
So I go to bed,
And another question comes,
Will it be okay?
It comes back once more,
And it says to me,
Don’t worry about a thing.
Okay, I say in my head.
I close my eyes,
Fall asleep,
And this thing goes away.