Chaos to Clarity

You ever argue with yourself and somehow lose both sides? I don't need

peace, I need proof. My mind runs laps in an empty room.

Every thought's a re-run, every fear's a sequel. It's me versus

me and the crowd's all equal. They say, "Let it go," like it's that

easy. But my thoughts don't listen, they're way too needy.

I overanalyze everything I say. Even silence got something to replay. But maybe I'm

not broken, just wired too tight. A little too deep,

a little too bright. Overthinking made me, it didn't break