My mind has a library
It likes to read from.
Unfortunately,
It doesn't have a steady style.
For instance,
One day
It'll read a comedy.
The next,
It'll be a tragedy.
Next,
A horror.
But, I don't put up much of a fuss;
I don't try to change its mind.
I don't try to make it
Put down the tragedy
And pick up a heart-warming story.
It gets angry if I do that.
But, still,
It can never make up its mind,
Constantly switching books,
Getting me all confused.