Have a Tea with me !!

A child who can't stop the silent tears from coming when the lights go out, and no eyes can watch. A child who longs for a hug for a sign of affection, or love. Sometimes I fight myself, The voices in my head shout sentences of guilt and anger. The voices in my head love me despite myself. The voices on the street, they keep me from myself. How can I let them know that I AM my own piece of mind? It seems impossible because they all seem to speak of Saviour, redemption and freedom with such power. My mind resists again, one last time fighting for its piece of mind, Successfully I push it away, Mercifully I retreat to my gracious intimacy pretending to be alive. I wake up and my body looks the same, It always seems to look the same, even after the mysteries. I take a shower, Wash the invisible dirt off my mind firmly believes in. I read and read, I write and write, All the time trying to make up for the mistakes my mind firmly believes in. Day after day, no more fights with myself. My mind has given up on me. I became the emotional victim of myself.