I Tend To Overthink

I tend to overthink.

My mind floods with thoughts;

Thoughts of words unsaid, feelings unexpressed,

Scenarios that are never to be to far and distant memories,

I think of it all.

The thoughts keep flooding in until finally,

I sink beneath the think.

I tend to overthink.

My mind becomes a prison that I condemn myself to.

I am inmate number One And Only,

Confined in the penitentiary that is my brain.

My thoughts are prison guards; loud and cruel,

And there to intimidate me into silence.

For my thoughts know that if I talk about my thoughts,

My lifetime sentence inside my mind may be commuted.

I tend to overthink.

I overthink about the fact that I overthink,

To the point that I think I couldn’t possibly overthink anymore,

But then I overthink by thinking I’m overthinking,

By thinking I couldn’t possibly overthink anymore.

I’m Sorry,

Did that hurt your brain?

Mine too.

I tend to overthink.

I gain new insecurities, ruin relationships,

And wipe out all chances of mental stability,

All because I overthought.

However, I still find myself hoping for peace of mind.

(I say as I overthink about my chances of having a restful mind).