Workhorse

My mind is an intricate tool

That jumps to do my bidding.

My subconscious stores copious amounts of information.

My mind can translate her feelings and pictures

Into words

More easily everyday.

I used my mind to escape

From an abusive household.

I ran to college at 15.

My mind obeyed me, and passed my classes with flying colors.

My mind is strange to some.

When I speak from the mind it is to communicate information.

I take things literally.

My mind does not understand social ques.

My mind does not understand the concept of a social hierarchy.

However, my mind is excellent at identifying patterns.

I imagine my mind as a complex computer.

I image my subconscious as where the data is stored,

And the part of me that does all the automatic work.

My mind is a powerful guide for the rest of me.

A tool for my survival.

The voice of my ego through which many other aspects of my self are channeled.