It’s always on my mind.
These thoughts I can’t unwind,
And it eats at me until I can’t breathe.
This ever consuming conspiracy
For my mind to be at war with itself and
These voices in my head won’t let me be.
I can’t be me, or what you need.
And it’s due to my indescribable affliction
To be perfect.
I don’t even know what that means.
Am I hopeless or broken?
Spoiled or torn?
And in the end, all I have are my thoughts.