My Poison

Ask me about my poison
And I’ll reply – thinking;
More than what I should,
More than what I must!

I ponder over what-ifs,
I ponder over maybes;
I create situations unrealistic,
Replay until on them, I fix.

I suffer in my mind,
I go through the pain;
Of things and people,
Even though it may never rain.

I run through blazing trails,
Of moments not acclaimed;
Climb the peaks and dive the troughs,
Of events that are tamed.

Thoughts are what I suffer from,
They kill me slow all the same;
Because I think way too much,
More than what I should,
More than what I must!

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