My mind

My mind is a pitch black void with one light. The light flickers like my emotions, fading from color to color like my mask. But the dark void of my mind isn’t empty, there’s always the two quite voices in the background, one cruel the other realistic. Sometimes a second light appears with a door to my thoughts, ideas, and memories. Each door a different style, some safer then others. The door to my thoughts are unpredictable, my ideas half completed, and my memories either blurry or locked away.