Don't worry, your mind is beautiful.
We all curse at the pulling of insecure
Splinters from the soft skin of our
Self-esteem.

We bark at what makes us feel
Weak; lesser. Under some sort of attack,
Though the attacks are far, far too often
Imagined.

I too fear at times the anger and unkind
Wishes I may instinctively draw upon others.
Hell, the ugliest things I've ever seen  
Were with my eyes closed.  

Don't worry, your mind is beautiful;
At its purest when you catch yourself.
And put a wrong thought
Right.