Cognitive Behavioral Therapy

A Poem by Aiden C.

Impulsive he’s been

Settles for mind games 

He knows he can’t win

Fuel to the flames

Bad Decision

Downhill from here

It’s a premonition

For a future gone bare

Explosive thoughts

Sparks in his brain

Going in circles a lot

In trouble again

Consequences

For his actions

Right now he’s defenseless

Against his own reaction

Can’t have another night in

The meds ain’t helping

Call the doctor, new prescription

On my face, tears melting

I’m good now, on the right path

I made my parents proud

Fought the demon’s wrath

My mind no longer a dark cloud