Ah.  Well, it's a painful thing

To be reminded, in my place

Of peace, why my people fears might

Not be all that irrational, after all.

Oh. What am I on about?

I doubt whatever this mind of 

Mine is brewing and twirling

Around is anyone's interest.

Hm. But to have it confirmed

Again and again, on repeat?

It's a blow by blow,

Depiecing of my heart.

Eh. Well, that part is mine

In my usual ruthless ways

Of head space self-beatings.

Let's say it exacerbates things.

So.  As the soreness builds,

The feeling is to disappear,

Just listen to my fears.

They're on to something.