In my own thoughts 
And my own musings 

That have no timing or grace

I could have better things 

To worry about 

And to think about 

But my brain seems to latch 

On to the most negative of things 

Why must I sabotage myself 

And ruin my own chances of happiness 

I wish I could think of better 

More happy moments 

But I fear that once innocent mind 

Is no where 

To be found