I sit here and contemplate why I feel the way I do

Why I feel so alone,

so useless.

When the truth is

I’m just a closed-off,

over-clingy,

*****;

nothing,

no one.

And I get sad for a few minutes,

and drown in a swollen case of over-thinking;

but then I just smirk

and keep

moving

on.

And the process repeats

and repeats

and repeats,

over and

over

again.