OverthinkerA Poem by Olivia Bant
Overthinker
I find myself stuck in a loop of analysing every detail of this situation And that prevents me from making a decision Or taking action I question my choices and abilities And that increases my anxiety and my uncertainty Do you really love me? I worry about how others perceive me I worry about how YOU perceive me I need you Don't take my neediness for you as a simple neediness It's fear Damn, I'm afraid to lose you I got too attached to you Please, don't ignore me Don't behave with me like I don't exist As the day depends on the sun, my entire mood depends on how you respond to me I am so attuned to your emotions that I noticed a change in your behavior towards me I'm dying inside Struggling with my mind, too much overactions I'm tired My heart Controlled by my own emotions I don't want to end up hurting you or hurting myself in the end But I feel like it's you hurting me I keep dwelling on what happened between us last time Replaying all our conversations and your actions in my mind Why I feel like I have regrets and feel so frustrated? I imagine the worst outcomes of this situation My love, I feel so stressed My body manifesting the overthinking I have headache, insomnia and fatigue This is so overwhelming Please, hug me Sadness, depression, frustration, irritability I can't even enjoy you hugging me I constantly overanalyse our interactions Is that the reason why we have those misunderstandings? Am I straining our relationship? I misinterpreted your intentions and actions Please, forgive me My overthinking often clouds my judgment and makes it hard for me to keep up with your good intentions Be there Tell me that you are not going away I need your love and reassurance I'm learning to let go of my fears Everyday I'm fighting the biggest battle against my own mind Overthinker © 2024 Olivia BantReviews
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1 Review Added on September 29, 2024 Last Updated on September 29, 2024 AuthorOlivia BantMoscow , State of Moscow , RussiaAboutI'm a girl who just found out that she could bleed through poetry. Yeah, I am that girl. more..Writing
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