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Guerra Mental

Me dije qué no lo iba a hacer,
por mi propio bien,

Me juré no volver,
y nunca más caer.

Decidí que era mi paz mental,
mi mayor prioridad.
¡Qué paz mental ni qué ocho cuartos!
Me estaba volviendo más loca.

El no hacer lo que más sentía, 
era mi peor pesadilla.

Mi mente no cesaba de imaginar,
no paraba de recordarme lo que quería.

¿Qué iba a hacer?
Si lo que prometí por paz mental,
provocaba en mi,
todo, menos paz mental.
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