You have become a traitor,
My very own peaceful mind,
And to have thought that you were kind,
You are the false creator.
A pleasant thought travels,
But you seize it and magnify,
You are malicious and sly,
Until the happy thought unravels.
It shakes and rattles
And brings me to my knees,
Until I cry and yell.
It seems as if he has multiplied,
He now towers over me,
Ready to sting like a killer bee,
And I am o' so mortified.
He tries to open the doors,
My body is pounding,
Because he is surrounding,
And wants to win the wars.
It wants to shake and rattle
And bring me to my knees,
But I am in my shell.
