Rebuking My Silent Mind

When I wish it to speak,
It remains still.
When I want the silence,
It refuses to be quite.

Unsure of what to do,
I try to make it bend to my rule,
Once again my will is defied,
Challenged by the workings of my mind,
My insistence remains ignored.

All my persuasion is of no worth,
If only it would obey my degree.
Why can not I be subject to myself?

This anger inside of me,
Seeks an outlet for its frustration.
Instead, it is my turn to ignore.
I push it aside and say,
"It is irrelevant."