People think they know me.
But they don't.
They don't know what goes on in my head and what goes on in my heart.
All they see is this loud, obnoxious, immature girl.
But when I'm quiet there's so many thoughts plaguing my mind.
I'm trapped in a vicious cycle of overthinking everything that's happened, everything I feel.
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Alone with my raging thoughts - Part 2
Non-FictionThis is a continuation of Alone with my raging thoughts. Just more poetry and more thoughts. Like an endless pool of thoughts.
