thoughts of an overthinker

I think all day, I think all night, it whirrs around my head.

I know it’s not that good for me;

I’m always full of dread.

 

I think about the future, the past, the present and yesterday.

The things I thought, the things I said, the things I didn’t say.

 

I think about what you think of me;

If you think I’m bad or good.

I know it’s not what I should think about - I’d stop it if I could.

 

I think about the ending, I think about the start.

I only really continue because I’ve already come so far.

 

I think I’m different, I think I’m strange;

I’ve thought these thoughts enough.

Living this life of overthinking is really getting tough.

 

I think I’ll give these thoughts a rest;

I’ll really do my best.

That’s a good thought, I think.

Oh, whoops! Please give me a rest!