I think I think of things
in a way that alters not their reality
but my own true ways of being happy around them.
I think that I think
so much
that the world around me warps into a nightmare
filled with people
the dreaded people
making me interact
talk
have feelings
my thoughts make them monsters
who want either to hurt me
or wish that I would disappear altogether
but mostly
I think my thoughts can be tamed
with a little courage from my cowardly lion soul
I can be
dare I say it
content