MENTAL NOTE

You all ever got this feeling,
Like you think you know it all,
And then out of the blues,
In just one moment,
That special moment,
You realized that you’ve been wrong all along.
I had always thought,
That I’m the Author of pain,
Cause I’ve always been a victim of this pain,
When asked, why choose Author of pain,
I always said;
I didn’t choose the name,
It choose me.
Maybe I’m always comfortable being sad,
Maybe no matter how hard I tried,
I’ll always be a victim of this pain.
Everything’s gonna be fine
My therapist always said,
But nothing ever seem fine with me.

This made me lock the door of happiness,
I destroyed the door of love,
I choose solitude over intimacy,
I traded my joy for my protection,
Because all intimacy ever brought to me,
Was nothing but more pains,
Or so I thought?

But in that one moment,
When I opened the door of happiness and love,
When I picked intimacy over solitude,
Then in that moment,
I saw things for what they actually were,
I’m Author of pain not because,
I am addicted to pains,
Nor was I a victim of these pains,
I am Author of pain,
Not because I was comfortable being sad,
But because I was a master of it,
I could turn your pains into happiness,
I can show you millions a reason,
Why the pains you might be going through is not the end of you,
With my words,
I could heal you of all your pains,
With my poetry,
I can turn your pains,
To your mental Notes.