WORRYING
 
 

A part of me is always worrying,
whether about homework or friends.
Sometimes I get to wondering if it will ever end.

It is good to be analytical,
that is true enough.
But when thoughts consume your life,
you wonder if you're going insane.

I notice things about other people,
and usually want to help.

The common effect is that I can do nothing
but try and help myself.

I attempt to figure people out,
partially because I don't like being left in the dark.
I cling to people, for I am afraid of loosing them,
and push myself to be the best friend I can be.

I often worry about whether I do enough-
whether I am enough.

My mind drives itself crazy with little questions,
Mostly concerning reactions that never really mattered.
 

My logical side either laughs at me, or sneers;
Telling me that I could've done better here or even there.
Yet sometimes my logical side points out, that I'm being too sensitive
And things will ride out.

Here, outside of my mind,
I sigh,
And wish that everything could make sense.