Thoughts

One way I like to explain my thoughts to people is: "Your overthinking is my thinking."

I cannot escape,

From this nightmare of a mind.

I cannot sleep,

My thoughts a storm, that doesn't stop,

And won't go away.

They spin around my head,

A tornado of worry.

It moves in a vicious circle,

Scattering everything around it.

So used to its winds,

I cannot stand the silence.

But how do I sleep,

With all this noise?

It's impossible to rest,

My eyes are burning.

What do I do,

With this pressure in my chest?

They tell me to live in the moment,

But how can I?

When my brain is always focused,

And never takes a break.