Thoughts Poem by Abigail Paul

My thoughts are troubling,
A mystery to those around me,
Even to myself,
Swirling,
Churning,
Disconcerting.

My thoughts consume me,
Sucking me in,
Trapping me,
Destroying me,
Killing me.

I over think,
Act spontaneously,
Thinking so much I can't move,
Thinking so little the world is mine to lose,
Crying and destroying myself either way,
Mindful of everything and everyone but myself.

I am my own worst enemy,
With in that my mind is the worst,
Killing me slowly,
Lulling me into a false sense of security,
Only to strike again.

If I could I'd leave,
But I'm stuck with me,
For the long haul,
It's not ideal,
But I fake a smile,
In fear of being medicated.

My thoughts disturb me.