Whirring around in my head
Are numbers and words
A jumble of pictures
And things I've heard
Somehow they all manage
To line up in order
To assemble themselves
So I have sense and no disorder
They click into patterns
Form into stories
All neat and labeled
In different categories
Another part of my mind
Is a jumble and mess
A tangle of feelings
To give me stress
Memories sharp and faded
Some happy, some sad
Some old, some new
Some good, some bad
They are painful
Reminding me of past mistakes
They are refreshing
Reminding me of what life takes
They are what make me, me
They are what make you, you
A burden to bear
And a blessing too