Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
My mind’s a room that never sleeps, It circles the truth, it twists, it keeps. It builds its walls both high and tight, Then checks the doors all through the night. I trace each word you’ve ever said. Reply the tone inside my head, A thousand meanings in a glance, No room in here for a second chance. I want to trust, I almost do, But doubt comes dressed in something true, It pulls the past into the now And asks me when and why and how My hearts a vault with a hidden code, Each hurt another heavy load. They keys are lost beneath the fear That everyone will disappear. So I smile soft, I play it cool, Pretend I don’t rewrite each rule, While thoughts like restless shadows creep And steal the fragile hours of sleep. I test the ground with careful feet, Turn every kindness to deceit, Not because I want to run- But trusting feels like holding a gun. And still I hope you’ll prove my wrong, Stay steady, patient, kind, and strong- Break through the noise, the endless spin, And quiet all the storms within. But till that day, I’ll overthink. Stand on the edge, refuse to sink. A guarded heart, a searching soul. A mind that cannot lose control.
0
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 10:04 AM UTC
Mind Is a Lock
My mind’s a room that never sleeps, It circles the truth, it twists, it keeps. It builds its walls both high and tight, Then checks the doors all through the night. I trace each word you’ve ever said. Reply the tone inside my head, A thousand meanings in a glance, No room in here for a second chance. I want to trust, I almost do, But doubt comes dressed in something true, It pulls the past into the now And asks me when and why and how My hearts a vault with a hidden code, Each hurt another heavy load. They keys are lost beneath the fear That everyone will disappear. So I smile soft, I play it cool, Pretend I don’t rewrite each rule, While thoughts like restless shadows creep And steal the fragile hours of sleep. I test the ground with careful feet, Turn every kindness to deceit, Not because I want to run- But trusting feels like holding a gun. And still I hope you’ll prove my wrong, Stay steady, patient, kind, and strong- Break through the noise, the endless spin, And quiet all the storms within. But till that day, I’ll overthink. Stand on the edge, refuse to sink. A guarded heart, a searching soul. A mind that cannot lose control.
🖤
Kyy_luvsyouu
Written by
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 10:04 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem