It's All In Your Head

That was the worst thing anyone could do to me. To get under my skin, in my mind. To make me want him every second, wherever I am. To stir my thoughts. Even if he invades my dream with all his impudence. And in the midst of all this chaos it has created, it has never existed to evaporate. He never touched me or ever kissed me. After all, I began to wonder if this was just a joke in my imagination. Didn't I create the image that ruined me Did I cause it myself, did HE exist in my life? Or only my thoughts felt it so close. Was it important? After all the questions faded over the years and unanswered answers remained somewhere in time I understood. It's all in your head. Sometimes thoughts turn out to be prison, not freedom