
My thoughts are more terrifying than the wildings that roam the deepest darkest jungles and scarier than the monsters that sleep under my bed. My thoughts accuse me of the crimes I didn’t commit and even consider me guilty. At times, my thoughts reminds me of the good times but only to quickly replace them with the bad ones making me question the good ones, were they real or a memory created by mind to fool me? My thoughts keep me awake at night and when I want it to stop I go in a deep slumber. I even try to run far away to a place where it doesn’t haunt me, but it always catches up to me again charging me guilty of a crime I didn’t commit.
