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