Here I am,
Overthinking every sentence
Having grudges over jokes
Cringing at my awkwardness
and crying over thoughts,
of how they may percieve me,
do they see me as a ghost?
questions the devil in my head
always starring as the host.
But, does it really matter?
Should I even give a hoot
If someones thinks that I'm a lunatic
or a fairly worthless brute
Aren't  we all dust mites to the universe
and hamsters to the truth?
To ever care about our problems
To be of seriousness, routh.