  There is a thought in my head I cannot seem to get out It haunts me just below my own surface then ducks away where I can’t find it I feel a stranger to my own mind But this cannot be for to think at all I must have possession of some of my mind Perhaps I have two minds. One which thinks and the other tease’s it. However crazy this may be it is how this part of me thinks Call me strange if you wish or even deranged but it cannot erase these things I feel I will always think this way That I know that much more about myself than anyone else Yet still a stranger to my own mind 
