Overthinking
Sitting on a beach.
Thinking.
You really call this peace?
My brain canāt stop speaking.
Itās one after another,
just constant
and itās making me suffer.
Just let me be honest.
Let me talk to someone,
I hate being alone.
Because thoughts can consume one,
so far, thatās the only effect known.
So as I sit on the sand,
let me tell you,
thoughts do not give an upper hand
when you have more than a few.
Overthinking is devouring;
it tears you up and breaks you down.
Itās the feeling towering
when you start to drown.
My thoughts are dangerous,
and stupid,
and traitorous,
and intruded.
Please donāt tell me,
itās better to be alone.
I have to disagree
because my thoughts are not my own.
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