Just when I think all is well
I'm left alone with my thoughts.
It's not to bad when I'm surrounded by silence.
In the midst of chaos ideas flood my brain.
What if's. Things I should have done.
Would you approve of the choices I made?
I hate being unsure.
It's easy to get lost is this distorted reality.
Or is this actually reality?
When is too much ever going to be enough?
It may not be healthy,
But this is how I live.
Constant doubt, too insecure.
One can't be overly cautious because
something always goes wrong.
Explore the world with me?
