This is certainly not a poem, but rather simple words that remain in my thoughts and somehow make sense, at least to me.
I know myself, I know I tend to overthink a lot, perhaps too much. I'm also aware I have passed the limits of overthinking, I might be on the edge and the meaning that lies behind these mere words proves it.
It is this sensation of being ruled by my own mind that overwhelms me, the fact that I am responsible for what I say, for what I do or do not, but the fact is I cannot control it. It slips out of my fingers like air, only retaining the confusion that surrounds my fragile yet powerful thinking.
I constantly find myself entertaining ideas, contemplating whether I do or I do not, whether I should or I should not. The question does not matter, it always applies when it comes to answering.
So it is hard being oneself around people when you do not even know who you are around your own self.
So it is hard to trust others when you cannot even trust yourself.
And it is hopeless to believe someone could ever get the kind of madness that fills the corners of my bizarre mind when it is already senseless to me.
Embracing my insane soul might be trouble, only it would mean they love it if they ever try to fight for it.
And so I live, love and be, isolating my doubtful self underneath a studied grin. Yet the voices do not disappear, they keep in conflict.
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