Sometimes I write a poem in just a few moments. Usually this happens when I am rhyming about myself and my own struggles and shortcomings. This poem was written while I attended a virtual meeting at work, it just appeared behind my eyes and I had to write it down. My mind makes things real, and when it is real to me it is fact. I realize that I should not always believe myself and my own thoughts and feelings. Instead of mistrust in others, sometimes we cannot trust ourselves. It is time for some introspection. I need whiskey for this…

What I think is real,
even if it is not true.
My mind makes me feel
that I know better than you.

What I think I see,
what I thought I heard,
what I believe I feel, 
is all defined by what lives in me.

Please remove from my eyes
this filter that creates these lies.
It's my own flawed views
that robs me off my peace.

I must open my mind
to include all human kind,
and accept the fact
that my own reality might be whacked.