An Ogre's Tale
In My Head
It's all in my head, I hear you say.
Making it seem less profound than it is.
'You torture yourself', you tell me over and over.
There's nothing wrong with me, is what you want to say.
But I refuse to listen to your reason, since you are not me.
I torture myself? Perhaps it's true.
But I do so, to be perfect for you.
In my head there begins a journey.
A bizarre flight through the annals of my mind.
I toss and turn in the confines of my bed.
As I review the painful memories I want left behind.
But I can't let go, since it's all in my head.
And my broken heart fails miserably to take it all in my stride.
There must be something wrong with me, I'm sure.
Since hiding away is not a real cure.
I can't let go of what tortures me so,
I can't look forward when I'm holding myself back.
I can't let go of the fears in my head.
I won't let go because I know I should.
I can't help but be troubled, by the things you all say.
I can't resist finding disturbance in that which I love.
And all I can do is ask 'Why am I this way?'
Desperately seeking an answer from below and above.
You tell me I'm ok, and that I can still be loved, the way I am.
But I can't seem to understand your reasoning.
To me I've always feared being left alone,
With no friend other than myself.
And thus I am this way.
Since what I fear always comes to pass.
This is because it's all in my head.
And you warned me to let go, but I refused instead.