Overthinking Olympics

At the overthinking Olympics

I'd be the reigning champ.

I'd wear the gold around my neck

and on the podium, I'd stand.

Overthinking is an art mastered by many.

A canvas coloured in a vibrant frenzy,

the bristles of life tainted and worn down,

a million words drown the perfect picture,

This time starts slowing,

headphones locked in my mind still going,

anxieties growing,

I'm walking too fast, is it normal to walk this fast

Sweating in formal clothes will leave a mark

I overthink on my best days,

a desperate display of distraction

Thoughts are a line over my life fraction

they take the pleasure away subtraction

But the equation will never be complete

Cause I can't compete with my expectations

Life goals play on a USB in my mind

but,

it's no surprise my thoughts override the flash drive.

An incredible dash,

Why?

Do clouds move so fast?

I'm part of this new generation,

The social influence mayhem,

we pay them to crush our ego,

a wolf to earn money, but that's not me though

Just a fugazi, a whazy, a mosquito

The blood-sucking words that I see,

get printed on an a4 sheet,

addressed to me, which means,

they must be true.

I'm over-thinking,

but still attracted to the thoughts I hate,

a toxic relationship but, I love it that way,

it controls what I do and what I wear,

but my best interest is covered, I promise I swear,

and When I speak without permission,

I am put back in place,

It's for my protection, it keeps me safe.

At the overthinking Olympics

I'd be the reigning champ.

I'd wear the gold around my neck

and on the podium, I'd stand.