I never know whether to listen or hear,
Step away when you cry or be catching your tear,
Flood you with love or play hard to get,
Be annoyed when it’s hard or turned on when it’s wet,
I struggle to juggle the feelings I feel,
To know if my thoughts are imagined or real,
To give you enough or take what you need,
To think that your trapped or know that your freed,
Am I overthinking or under thought,
Is it better to fight,
Or is that why we fought,
Should I always be honest and tell you the truth,
Or would that be naive and slightly uncouth,
I don’t want to lose you or force you to stay
I over analyse all that you say,
I know it’s crazy it’s *******,
I don’t even know if I should show you this.
This is the truth of what’s in my head,
During the day and laid in my bed,
This is inside of my anxious mind,
This is the wall that I hide behind.