"Overthinking"
Where do I start?
Do I start here? Or there?
It’s hard for me to choose, only because my mind is so out of place.
To the eye, I seem quiet, timid and shy,
But inside I’m someone totally different.
I’m like a phoenix still waiting to arise from the ashes.
I’m obnoxious and confused.
Entangled in my own personal web of thoughts.
How did I get like this?
I start to overload on thinking.
It’s hard for me to stop when I can’t even figure out where I began.
My mind is erratic, out of control.
I need to STOP.
Do I sound crazy? Or is this just mass hysteria.
I mean, everyone has these problems, right?
This is normal, but then again what is?
So many questions…. with no answers.
So I just think.
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