My Mind

My mind is like confused old men,
Contradicts itself, answers its own questions.
I move one way, the other way seems right,
But to my plight, they're the same.

My mind is like the nagging wife,
Keeps repeating to do the things I know I won't do.
I feel I accomplish something by repitition,
But it just loses fabrication.

My mind is like a game of chess
I play by myself endlessly.
Checkmate myself but feel the need
To pity my other side, retract, then proceed.

My mind is like opposite emotions
Sometimes it seems only two choices exist.
But multiple layers coexist at once,
Making me dig deeper, believe me, there are tons.