My mind rattles in it's cage
and I grow alarmed
We get along beautifully
most days but
from time to time
it begins to worry
so I begin to worry
I tell it to
hold on
that this will pass
It always does
no matter what it is
Worries of one kind or
another always hang around
like the misfit in the back
corner of a classroom
Mind-
promise me
we'll always make up
after a fight
and forgive each other
for our shortcomings
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