My mind is a forest

There are trees tall enough to keep my thoughts enclosed,
There are sometimes forest fires where my thoughts burn and smoke rises and words come out of my mouth to escape the fire.
There are dirt paths that guide me to where I need to be.
There is comfort inside my forest, but at night, the forest can be quite scary.
There are unwanted animals,
But there are also camp sites in which people stay and keep me company.
My mind is a forest.
I like it that way,
until there are bonfires.