Mocking Bird

My mind is a dangerous place.

It spins spidery webs,

thin slivers of sticky goo.

It digs deep holes 

knowing I will fall into them.

And then it watches, 

amusing itself in my heart's misery. 

My mind is a dangerous leader.
It makes me smile when I want to scream,
square my shoulders when all I want
is to sink in and disappear.
It watches me struggle,
applauding
even as I am almost breaking.

My mind, what would I do without you
and what I would do to sometimes be without you.
Then I would be truly alone
Blissfully unaware of even my alone-ness.
But no, you will stay.
My stoic friend and
my mocking bird.