Dangerous Mind

Black and White

My mind is black, the paper white
Pen in hand, I start to fight

I fill the lines with empty words
But wait, my sharp thoughts seem so blurred

I know this poem isn't my best
But this was supposed to help me rest

To relieve the darkness in my head
Writing will help, or so they said

There's something off about these lines
Them and my thoughts, they just don't align

Such a difference between dark and light
Somehow, I have to make this right

My mind is black, the paper white
I will not give up this fight

Stop contemplating every single line
Wondering if it's good, or even just fine

Trying to find the perfect rhyme
Slows me down, wastes my time

While I was trying to find perfection
I lost all sense of any direction

The thoughts on the page were no longer mine
None of the words, not a single line

Maybe all I have to do
Is write, without all the thinking it through

Just pour my emotions onto the page
Happiness, sadness, joy, pain, rage

Maybe then I can finally make it right
The difference between my dark and my light

Maybe I can find a way
To take these dangerous thoughts away

In my head, they swirl and beat and break
It's better they're on a page, for all our sakes

So now, I will begin to fight
It doesn't really matter if it sounds all right

My mind is black, the paper white
No matter what, I'll win this fight.