Strange Thoughts

Thoughts are much like strangers

Some loud and intrusive and proud

Upfront about their dangers.

Others are small, blending into the crowd

Sneakily creeping like a mole in the ground

But even in the background of your mind

You can feel them still making your head pound.

And more and more, I tend to find

That no matter the variety or the kind

Thoughts never do feel like a friend.

Never once have they comforted me while I cried

Or cheered me up again.

They resemble much more someone I’ve never known.

And yet, knowing this, I’ve kept them, and they’ve grown.