The Overthinker

I have seen the joy leave the faces of thinkers,
Those whose minds refuse to rest,
The ones who turn silence into storms,
And peace into puzzles that never end,

Your smile, once effortless,
Now curl into trembling frowns,
As the weight of “what if”,
Sits heavily upon your brow,

You fear choices like a cliff,
One wrong step and everything falls.
So you hover in the middle,
Suspended between maybe and never.

Your heart beats too loudly for your comfort,
Your hands twitch with invisible panic.
You replay moments that ended long ago,
Trying to fix what was never broken.

I know you,
I know every crack in your heart,
Every night spent awake,
Arguing with thoughts that refuse to leave,

Because I am like you,
A prisoner of possibilities,
A victim of my own imagination.
I understand the ache of too much thinking,
The curse of knowing too many outcomes,
And trusting none,

I wish I could say I’ve found peace,
That I’ve discovered how to quiet the noise,
But if I had the cure,
I wouldn’t still be here,
Overthinking these very lines,
Wondering if I’ve said too much,
Or not enough.