I have this trait that is both a blessing and a curse
It's called overthinking if you want to know
Sometimes my curiosity drags me to a pit
So mysterious, dark and deep
My mind wanders until it'll get lost
Thoughts so intricate, messy and confused
Little things often make me think too much
Memories keep haunting my poor mind a lot
From night till dawn I am awake
Reminiscing, reanalysing the shits I once did
Until my head is exhausted and energy drained
Can I sleep soundly and in peace
I'm an overthinker born in this diverse world
More curious than a cat, more toxic than a mercury
Sometimes I ponder things till I find its roots
Though more often than not I failed in that pursuit
I can delve and reflect to extreme heights
I can make simple things complicated in a blink of an eye.
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Of Flowers That Withstand Storms
PoetryA book that tackles human experiences, behaviour, ideas and sentiments and expresses it through poetry and creative writing.
