The curse of being an overthinker

The curse of being an overthinker 

Is lying awake at 3 a. m., 

Rewatching conversation in my mind

That lasted five seconds 

But now take five hours in my head . 

It's apologizing for things 

No one else remember, 

Building entire disasters 

From a single unwanted text 

Practicing goodbyes to people 

Who aren't even leaving.

It's wanting to switch my brain off

The way other turn off a light—

Simple , quick,

Without the whole room 

Burning with questions afterward.

It's carrying the weight 

Of every possibility 

Every what-if's,

Every worst-case scenario 

That feels too real to ignore.

It's exhausting disguised as thoughtfulness,

Anxiety wearing the mask of" just being prepared",

A mind that keeps running 

Even when the world stands still.

But it's also knowing myself 

In a way most people never do—

Seeing every angle,

Every hidden thread,

Every truth beneath the surface.

The curse of being an overthinker,

Is that me feel too much 

Fear too much 

Care too much

And somehow ,

Still keeps going.

The curse of being an overthinker 

Is pretending "I am fine",

While my brain is busy drawing 

In thoughts you never asked for.

It's staring at my phone

And feeling my chest tighten.

When someone takes too long to reply 

Wondering if esaid something wrong 

Or if I were never that important anyways 

It's scrolling through everyone's perfect lives

Comparing my cracked pieces

To their polished highlights 

Wondering why my heart feel heavy 

When everyone else seems to float.

It's rewriting the same message 

Ten times...

And still deleting it 

Because " what if they think I am weird"?

"What if they think I just want their attention"?

"What if it ruins everything"?

"What if I am just too much"?

It's wanting to scream into my pillow 

Becuz my mind keeps spiralling—

One small problem 

Becomes a whole future collapsing 

In less than a minute.

Imagining conversation...

Arguments I never saay out loud ,

Apologies I never receive.

It carrying memories 

Like bruises that never fade 

And replacing moments

Until they feel like a freshh wound.

Whising someone could hear

The chaos behind my silence 

The fear behind my smile.....