Help Me

I could do with a break. A break from the world would be nice Because it gets busy, Thinking all the time. Second-guessing makes me dizzy, I try to quit every time, But it just doesn’t work. Constantly looking around at the people And wondering what they think, What they think about me, About themselves, About each other. It’s foolish to consider that I could guess Everything that they’re thinking. But I try anyway, And all I get for it Is a headache. So, maybe, Just maybe, You’ll help me escape.