It could be calming ...

Day to day problems vary, and every single one of these problems are intrusive and a needle prick into my brain.

These same problems are probably shrugged off by others who are not plagued by these gremlins (who are squatters in my head).

I analyse and I regret.

Sometimes I just want to talk, and if I can just explain my position.

Just doesn’t happen.

Hate is not good.

I need oceans of therapy quash the fire in my head.