Autopilot

Dear Brain,

Thoughts always seem to be moving through my head,

I can never seem to sleep or go to bed. 

There are days where I feel so happy I could touch the clouds,

but there are days that I feel six feet underground.

Why are you like this? How come I never feel like my thoughts come from myself?

Will I ever be me or am I just a mess of mental health?

I want to fight, I cannot be done yet,

but I feel as if I am flying autopilot.

I hate you but I can't help but admire,

the complexity that makes me a fighter.