I feel as if there are parts of my brain,
that specifically operate for my pain.
The kind of operations that involve
hurting me in ways crime specialists could never solve.
Causing me pain in immense ways
that leave me sore afterwards for days.
Hurting me in all sorts of times
without a reason or even rhyme.
I’ve been under the impression that
my mind is supposed to have my back.
But not this brain that I was born with
It has it’s way, no hit or miss.
It’s the curse within a blessing.
It’s the blessing within a curse.
Intelligence or torturous mind,
I don’t know which is which or which is worse.