These thoughts......

There once was a child. He seemed normal and happy. He hadn't a care in the world. He was always smiling. He found his optimism and constant happiness gave others hope and happiness.

One day this child was bored and had nothing he could do, so he let his mind wander. Has was having all the amazing thoughts. He was having such fun daydreaming, when his thoughts changed. These new thoughts alarmed him, they were neither happy nor
good. He shoved these thoughts aside not knowing what to make of it.

A short while later he was bored again. They came again. This time, they wouldn't leave completely. The resided in the back of his mind, waiting. Growing. Waiting to strike him down.

He was hard at work when they came again. He fought them for days. These thoughts. They were hateful thoughts, sad thoughts. Why was he thinking like this? He fought them, they came back. He despised them. He hated them. They tormented him. Why him? They weakened him. The longer he fought the weaker he was.

They were hateful, disgusting, sad. He couldn't get rid of them. They wouldn't leave. Why? He couldn't think. He couldn't concentrate. They wouldn't let him. They took over his whole mind. Why him? Let him be! They wouldn't. They laughed at him, they weakened him. They multiplied. Why him? Why? Why won't they leave him? Why can't he be happy? Why? Why? WHY? Then a worse thought came. It scared him. He couldn't stop thinking about it.

He gave up fighting and sheltered the last of his normal, happy mind. He saved what he could. These new thoughts ran amuck. There were so many, and they fought for control. They fought so hard some became ingrained in his memory. He couldn't tell real from fake. Wa it just one of those evil thoughts, or did it really happen? He slowly lost the ability to remember even days before.

Then as suddenly as they came, they left. He rejoiced at this new development. He still had a few ingrained in his memory. He couldn't tell the difference. He ignored a lot of his memories. But now he fears their return. Stronger and more hateful. He waits. He builds his defense. He waits for another attack.