Too Much

I hate the way my mind works

It’s always sprinting

Chasing for the truth

For clarity

But all it really does

Is run laps around this foggy stadium

With a million voices screaming from the sides

Pointing in different directions

All leading me down the same path of

Self-sabotage and

Self-fulfilling prophecies.

Problems in my head

Fight their way to my mouth

And release themselves into the world.

If I resist

They steal my breath

Drive nails into my heart

And clutter my brain with endless loops.


When will it stop?

When will this stop?

When will

I

Stop.


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