Thinking

Im not sure about this poem. I think its decent. What do you think?

Thinking is the root of my evil
The acknowledgment of my pain
And extension of my sorrows
A thousand thoughts go through my head
Yet few seem to be joyful
They drag me out
And pull me down
But I live to see another day
So all the bad thoughts that are in my head
Just blow away like dust
With that first breath of air as I wake
I come to realize
My thoughts will never win
I will never break.