Thoughts Of An Overthinker Poem by fairly_random_poetry (frp)

I think all day, I think all night, it whirrs around my head.
I know it's not that good for me;
I'm always full of dread.

I think about the future, the past, the present and yesterday.
The things I thought, the things I said, the things I didn't say.

I think about what you think of me;
If you think I'm bad or good.
I know it's not what I should think about - I'd stop it if I could.

I think about the ending, I think about the start.
I only really continue because I've already come so far.

I think I'm different, I think I'm strange;
I've thought these thoughts enough.
Living this life of overthinking is really getting tough.

I think I'll give these thoughts a rest;
I'll really do my best.
That's a good thought, I think.
Oh, whoops! Please give me a rest!