The life of an Overthinker

a poem about what I go through on a daily as an overthinker

He says he loves me

But does he?

What if

He really wants away from me

She says she’ll listen to my pain

And so I tell it all to her 

I feel I might bust a vein

The life of an overthinker

I don’t want them to see me cry

So I’ll say “oh, I’m fine!”

That of course, is a lie. 

I’ll continue to write, this sad little line.

I’ll write line after line

To escape saying that I’m “fine”

I cannot tell my pain to her

The life of an overthinker.

He tells me

"I'm here for you!"

but the last one I outgrew.

would it be wrong if I tried to flee?

I'll write line after line

to escape saying that I'm "fine"

I cannot tell my pain to her

the life of an overthinker.

Author's Note

Please note: this is what I go through on a daily basis as an overthinker. not everyone experiences the same thing, I just use poetry as a way to express what I'm going through, I am in no way saying everyone who overthinks does this.