Overthinker
He’s a weird little
Twisted up fool
Who’s caught up in nothing
But his own roaming thoughts.
And no one seems to care
About the things he’s obsessive
about
But he continues to jabber to the
air,
And plagues his mind with
unnecessary burdens.
He gets wrapped around
In the threads of others lives
And is heartbroken when their
novellas
Don’t go the way they glimmered in
his dreams.
And he’s so entrapped in his mind
That he sees nothing but pink flesh
and doubt
But he continues to slip around in
the cerebrospinal
Thinking about people he’ll never
meet.
He’s got a flair for the dramatic
That spikes up when he’s alone
And he mutters to himself like a
maniac
Because otherwise he’d bubble up
and
Explode.
And the cracked parts of his life
Seem ungodly to him
So he floats away on the clouds of
the rest
Unaware of his little flotilla
dissipating.
He feels betrayed when the people
he follows
Online and in reality
End up becoming versions of
themselves
He didn’t anticipate.
And the whole world seems to him
A frightening, horrific place
So he takes solace in escaping
Off to a psychotic space.
He gets high on imagination
Then falls flat on his face
Because no matter what he seems to
think of
All the harshness never leaves.
A prisoner of his obsession,
He toils away in perpetual
thinking.
Alone.
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