Overthinking

Screw you mind.

Making me doubt the things I never doubted like this before.

Am I boring?

Am I getting too comfortable?

Maybe they don't really like me?

Every time I think these things it makes me die a bit on the inside.

Maybe if I was more vibrant you'd pay more attention.

Maybe I shouldn't have worn the clothes I'm going to bed in.

Maybe they're faking it all.

And it is too much.

When you pull away my mind fills itself with the same stories.

Choking on my own breath.

Who am I really trying to impress?

If I told you these things I'd still satisfy those thoughts.

When you say,

"Everything is alright"

All I hear is,

"Why are you the way you are?"

Even if you're not thinking it at all.