Overthinker

I've never met someone so perfect,
Someone that, on me, has such great effect.
I love them dearly,
Because they're my favourite person, obviously.
I could spend forever by their side.
My love I will always provide.


But when they're having more fun without me,
My brain and heart at that moment can never agree.
My brain is glad that they're happy
But my heart insists on making me feel crappy,
It just hurts for some reason.
And it feels like they've committed treason.


I know I probably shouldn't feel this way
But my heart is in dismay.
My love and support, with them, I wish to share.
However, I'm so selfish that I find it hard to at that moment care.
I am such an overthinker
I can't help being bitter


Thoughts of not being good enough fill my head
Making me lie awake at night in my bed
What if I was funnier?
What if I was prettier?
Would that make them laugh like that around me?
Or am I just going crazy?


I know that this isn't right.
I'm trying to be happy for them with all my might.
I know that I should let these unhealthy feelings go
But I'm an overthinker, so the best I can do is not let others know.
Know about this ugly jealous side of me,
The side of me others must never see.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Overthinking is a curse. It’s not uncommon and I at times can do this too. Relaxation helps. This poem will be relatable to many. Thanks for sharing.

Chris

[QueenKgirl]

Thanks for reading and leaving a review