Overreacting
[Alteration to prompt*]
I’m a teenager
stuck in my own mind.
But I’ve been left
with my own life to find.
I hate the way
that everyone looks at me.
“You’re overreacting.”
From my mind, I am not free.
I know I’m different,
I can see it in their eyes.
But I’ve buried those thoughts
and conjured a disguise.
Am I being dramatic?
Am I really that dumb?
I’m trying to hide
that I’m dying; I’m numb.
I’ve made up
different versions of who I am.
I’ve decided against
sitting like a little lamb.
It’s only these days
I realize that I’m not
who I say I am,
but I’ve finally been caught.
Is this overreacting?
You say ‘this is from nowhere.’
Did you know these thoughts
didn’t come from ‘who knows where?’
If thoughts were an ocean,
I would’ve drowned years ago.
But, sadly, I’m stuck here, and
if I were dead, I would know.