i tend to overthink.
i place value in insignificant things
i tend to overlook all the beautiful things
all the things that bring me joy
seem to bring pain when my
mind makes me question my life
i forget what colors look like
i forget the euphoria of a babies laugh
i forget the meaning to me
anxiety, and depression can be cruel
but that’s not unusual
i tend to shink into myself
to hide.
to hide what isn’t “pretty”
to hide what hurts
but i forget that this is the best part
these feelings of turmoil are
honest. they’re personal
they mean everything.

- A Black Girl Untold