Nothing happened.
I am alright. I am fine.

But I am upset. I am sad.
why?
I am crying. I am in despair.
what for?
the matter is a truth I do not see.
Or something I am avoiding, purposefully.

Where to begin?
this mind doesn't shut, and I lose track as I go on thinking...
From the fate of the bird sitting on a nearby tree
to the unhappy conclusions of my story,
I see all outcomes, all possibilities.
It's unnecessary, it's unwanted.
Amidst all the worries, peace of mind was taken for granted.

Waving against the winds,
screaming at the top of my lungs.
Will somebody notice me?
Not sure who am I asking to...
but there's a doubt- what's the need?
Am I not good enough on my own?

Among all the worries, one thought stands out.
And it's the cacophonous agony of my brain.

Will I fit in? Will I make a difference?
I tried conforming, twisting, adjusting.
nothing seems to be working.
Am I obsessed? Am I crazy?

I went from place to place, trying to find a home.
Kept hitting dead ends, came back to see what I had
was gone.
Now, I don't know where I belong.
Am I someone I knew...
or I went through it all for none.

When the clouds of the night sky make way for the moonlight,
I close my eyes and feel
How the neurons fire en masse.
On surface, it's zeal.
But deep underneath the skin,
there's every inch of me
burdened with insecurities.

No matter the times I reset
No matter the distractions I create
No matter the things I say to myself, I cannot stop overthinking
and maybe...that's the only problem I have.