overthinking.

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My friend. 

The one that is there at all times of day. 

warning me. 

Warning My Heart, 

that they'll leave. They always do. 

You've guided me through life, 

you're on my shoulder

whispering in my ear.           Are you my angel or my demon?

Whispering in at every moment, 

but, My friend..    should I listen to you?

you say yes.. but.  You hurt me with your words. 

You explain that is how life is. You are only getting me ready for the world. 

but.. Don't I need to know how to get along with other people? 

Explain away.. For I have already made my mind up.  I know what I should do, 

but How to be Brave enough to..


                                                                                       Not. Listen. Anymore. 

how does one do that?

Normally I'd ask you.. but I can't this time. 

My friend. ..no.  My controller. My "savor". My "knight in shining armor".. 

Who wants to control MY Life. 


             I questioned if you where friend or foe.. looks as though I figured that out, Myself. 

but how to not listen to the one who's been with me all this time? I haven't.


I need you. I Need your guidance. I Need your warnings. I Need your help. I Need your answers.. 

No. I want you. I want you because you make it easy. because you make it impossible to ever be Brave. 

but I'm done. I am Done listening. 

I will be brave. I will open up. 

I will be Myself 

                                                                                                    even if You don't like it. 

For you have no battle armor. No sword. No chance. 

                                                           I am free. 

and You aren't gone...                                    but I'm not listening anymore. 

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