Mind of its own – A poem

Sometimes I think
My thoughts
Are also thinking.
Like thoughts inside thoughts.
They whisper between
Each other
And one another.
That’s why sometimes
I don’t know how I feel.
That’s why sometimes
My head is cloudy
Filled with the static
Of susurrus sounds.
They giggle amongst themselves
When I’m feeling on top of the world,
Because they think it will be funny
When they push me

And I fall.