Too Much

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Sometimes I hate myself

For having a mind that thinks too much

I wish I could turn it off

My feelings, my thoughts

I wonder sometimes if people

Are even worth my time

They come and go

But I stay here all alone

In this dark tunnel

Where’s my man?

I can’t see him coming for me

Did he get lost too?

Did he forget to look for me?

Did I lose everyone altogether?

I’m well aware that I don’t belong here

But is it too much to ask for?

To be loved?

To be cherished?

To be respected?

To never be forgotten?

To never be hurt?

 I suppose it is

I suppose it is

  • Author: Rosa Violet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 14th, 2022 10:38
  • Comment from author about the poem: Having a mind that overthinks. is a direct route to flipside of everything.
  • Category: Letter
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  • Rocky Lagou

    This is poignant yet quite relatable. I sense this "man" could be referencing a father, or a father figure, and speaking from somebody who had an absent dad I can resonate with your words. Sometimes it feels like it's only us. Always focus on the light.

    • N

      Focusing on the light; it's easier said than done. Some way or the other, darkness creeps in, inevitably.



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