Overthinking

Sitting on a beach.

Thinking.

You really call this peace?

My brain canā€™t stop speaking.


Itā€™s one after another,

just constant

and itā€™s making me suffer.

Just let me be honest.


Let me talk to someone,

I hate being alone.

Because thoughts can consume one,

so far, thatā€™s 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.

Itā€™s the feeling towering

when you start to drown.


My thoughts are dangerous,

and stupid,

and traitorous,

and intruded.


Please donā€™t tell me,

itā€™s better to be alone.

I have to disagree

because my thoughts are not my own.

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