My Voices

I often tell my mind to stop recalling certain memories, memories that hurt me, that make me weak. Being able to forget them makes me feel better. But unlike an obidient one ,my mind is a true rebellion. Even after that it calls upon himself as the enlightened one. It says it's wise for memories to be preserved.They are the saviors.. Funny. The ones that make me weak will make me strong?"In time",it speaks. I wonder why my questions are not answered properly. With a great laughter it says,"Even what you think are my thoughts.Even what you ask are my questions.Even what you speak are my answers.How can you expect me to be completely true to you? I'm the greatest boon you humans have been gifted with."To have something so powerful is not a boon it's a curse." My soul isn't in peace.My heart burns with agony with what you say. It says,"It's only because I'm correct. I'm superior to all and that is why your fate has been bestowe