My mind

My mind's a fantasy, a world of stangers and unknown.
A place where I belong.
Where I be who I want to be.
Where no one can juge me for who I am.
My mind is mine. Safe and clear.
But sometimes my mind's a mess.
Full of words and thoughts, who I dont want them to be there.
Sometimes my mind is spinning, screaming and shouting.
Sometimes I wonder if it ever stops.
The pain, the fear of something going wrong.
Sometimes my mind's a war. And do I wonder if there will ever be peace again.