My horrible attempts at poetry

Think too much, Talk too much, Feel too much

Will they like this outfit?
Does this look good?
Do I look stupid?
What do they think of me?
Am I good enough?
What if I'm not good enough?
Did I mess up something?
Are they mad at me?
Do they even want to be friends with me?
Am I too mean?

Thoughts cloud my brain
I care too much about others thoughts and opinions on me

"Do you ever shut up?"
"Do you ever stop talking?"

I speak a lot
I don't want things to be awkward so I fill the silence
I want to tell people things
They don't want to listen
I talk a lot
I can't pinpoint an exact reason why I talk so much

This movie is so sad
Does he even like me?
Why do I always mess things up?
Can I do at least one thing right today?
I hate myself
I love him
What she just said hurts but I can't let her know
A nervous breakdown comes
A panic attack comes
A major breakdown comes

I feel bad about things easily
I can't understand my feelings
I feel too happy at times
I can't be nice at times
I feel like I'm a terrible person
One minute I'm fine the next I'm feeling like my world is crumbling before my eyes

I think too much
I talk too much
I feel too much