The Thoughts

The Thoughts

Oh no,
ny thinking is out of control.
I can sense something bad,
I can feel it in my soul.
Wanting to scream and cry,
but there is no proof.
My mind is coming up with scenarios,
I feel the need to sleuth.
There's a bad feeling in my chest,
pacing the room for bad news.
It's hard to see a win when you usually lose.
Discomfort everywhere,
the atmosphere is dark.
The thoughts grow more absurd until they begin to bark.
Please let it not be true,
I am so scared to find out.
Part of me thinks it's paranoia,
the other feels so much doubt.
I can visualize it happening,
nothing's making it better.
The images keep me trapped in a hard cold fetter.
I need reassurance or I'm going to lose my mind.
Is the truth something I really want to find?