Questions

This is about me

It seems to me,

That I think too much,

Wondering why i want him,

Wondering if I ask too much.

 

Wondering why I push everyone away.

Why am I so flawed?

Why do I feel this way.

 

I have these thoughts of things,

Everyone says is wrong.

Why is it so wrong,

When they say it in a song.

 

I tell myself "enough!!

Enough with the questions!!"

"Your thinking too much!!"

Or maybe it's an allusion of my heart.

 

My mind wonders,

as I try to pull myself together

But it's not enough,

I'll stay like this forever.

 

I ask myself "Why dose he look at me the way he knows gets me?"

"Why dose she say these hurtful things about me not being made perfectly?"

 

Once again I tell myself "Enough"

"You're dong it again"

My mind begins to wonder...

"But if they say it's wrong,

To God is it a sin?"

 

I guess my mind will always run free,

The one that thinks too much is what I'll always be.

I can not be someone else I have to me.

So I'll always ask myself about every thing I see.

Reviews

[Lyndsay Castro]

I like how you're constantly questioning yourself. I think we all do that, but you express it beautifully.

[Noah]

very bold and very well written, loved every bit of it, a great journey to your core

[thewritenword]

Very good and very honest