Over

I’m a mess, I confess.

I’m confusion, I’m insomnia, clothes dropped upon the bedroom furniture and paper work all over the floor.

I’m the old photography on the wall, that guy you met in kindergarten who doesn’t even recognize you on the street anymore. But you remember him.

I’m that memory that haunts your mind, and quite often you consider erasing me.

I'm that drink that made you brave enough to call her and now...

Stop that thinking, you're starting to sink in.

Overthinking.

Overbeing.

Over.

I'm the voice inside your head that you never even heard before.
I'm everything you became and you're ashamed of.

Don't raise more demons than you can lay down.
Don't be a mess.