I think my mind, it doesn't care
If that thought might be too much to bear
Oh it never stops thinking
Till I feel my heart sinking
I'm scared the doubts in my mind
WIll kill all the joys I'll ever find
And I don't want to give in
I don't want to let it win
But what if there's truth behind the lies?
What if there's reason that my mind cries?
What if I'll never be good enough?
What if I'm not worthy of love?
What if there's something wrong with me?
What if all I'll ever do is dream?
What If I'll never find out?
What if I die with this doubt?
What If I don't get up from this fall?
What If I'm dumb, useless and that all?
God, What if I drift further from You?
What if it had always been the truth?
What if I'm just born to die?
What if all I'll ever do is try?
What if it's just "what if's" crowding my mind?
What if there's no meaning I need to find?
What if this is how life's is meant to be?
What if it's simply just "Anxiety?"
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Author:
Sylva (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: POV; you're the overthinker
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Comments3
A poem of doubt a lack of confidence so sad so many ifs where will and is are what is wanted. Nicely written Sylva
Excellent ✍🏼
Sylva, this really hit me hard. You captured the relentless spiral of anxiety so honestly…especially the way one question becomes twenty before you even realize it. Powerful piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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