On the highway of overthinking

I'm driving myself crazy

Passing by usual shops of self-deprecating,

self-hating, and anxiety

Rarely sleeping but in the motels of nightmares

I'm mutilating  myself, with this journey

On these uneven roads leading, unprepared

Keeping my wheels going through music and poetry

The foul weather isn't with me,

even from the clouds of people I know

I can see raining doubts and objections

If I don't change my path,

I may end up crashing or enter the city of depression

then slowly I may forget the ways to my true heart

I may give up under this crippling oppression.