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.