"overreacted" poems
i injected caster sugar into my veins and i’m still waiting for the high to hit. i drew a smiley face on the desk at school and they called me a delinquent and i think they overreacted a bit, and they said that dreamers never go anywhere in life, but i’m writing this on the moon.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 8:07 AM UTC
Exaggerated tears, overreacted feelings
Only for a love that interned you in pains.
You’ll never die if someone will be apart,
For there’s always love after a broken heart.
You can’t blame if the oceans left the sea;
Truth may hurt but it will only set you free.
The remedy is only up there for your scars,
And there’s always hope after a broken heart.
There’s always a lesson for every mistake,
Find that one redolent reason to breathe.
You can’t bring back the fire with a spark,
But there’s always life after a broken heart.
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 5:26 AM UTC
being alone makes me realize that i’ve never actually ‘dealt with it’
sure, i’ve had good days but when it comes down to it; i go to bed at night, and i think. i think about what we could’ve been if we never stopped. maybe i overreacted?
but then i remember, you’ve done nothing but backstab people. you’ve done nothing but hurt. i was nothing but good to you and you still repaid me with breaking my heart and my trust.
so **** you for ever making me happy and making me believe that you cared. because you never did, and that’s something i have to deal with.
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 12:11 AM UTC
When I gave you my bracelet I told you I wore it to remind myself that most pain is self inflicted and you still have it somewhere but you haven't mentioned it in a while and it's just some safety pins hooked together so I don't really need it back and I think you need it more than I do because you named the cuts on your arms after people and you blame them on events and it seems like you've forgotten why it's called self harm you say you tried to **** yourself because of your ex girlfriend and your dad and I know this isn't what you want to hear but I'm not going to sugarcoat anything you tried to **** yourself because you overreacted to a breakup you tried to **** yourself because you made yourself believe your dad hates you you tried to **** yourself because you thought yourself into a black hole and you named it after them and now you're on the verge of doing it again but this time you're screaming my name into it and I have apologized much more than necessary even though I didn't do anything wrong and you still blame me when we're on the phone at 2am on a Monday night and I'm trying to make you feel better and you keep saying you hate yourself and I'm wondering if that's actually true because most of the time it seems like you hate the people that are trying to help you and I'm begging you to start wearing my bracelet again
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
The Perfect way to “Grow Up Too Fast” is by being a spectator for as long as you dream
yet you know just by submitting an application, you could be on the team
Failed by a daughter’s first hero, the warrior geared up,
Dreams still filled of rainbows and unicorns, lilies and daisies,
fireplace and wooden cabin, hot chocolate and cosy blankets,
chase towards the sunset, walks on the beach and dives into the seas.
First, it was electricity.
It got so shocking, it became cringy.
It was a nice piece of candy, with an intriguing wrapping,
you took a peek and it came alive. Chasing and haunting.
Too eager to have you taste its sweetness, too eager to have you love its taste.
Later when the obsession died down, you realised it wasn’t the flavour you want.
Then, it was bonfire. It got cold, deep in the woods.
In the dark, you see the fire from afar. Attracted, you closed in.
The fire crackled. Your new favourite sound.
You sat by the fire, telling stories of a warrior, of how she dreams in her town.
Ways to take off her shields and disarm her.
It was too hot. The fire almost melts you with warmth.
So you took off your jacket and moved closer.
It burnt you. You became speechless, as you were the one holding knives, so why were you the one bleedin?
Shortly after, a friend came over to look at those healing stitches.
But the request to show the scars were too absurd. You overreacted.
Leaving you in disgust and you zipped up your jacket.
It was just a scratch on the surface. Yet you felt you were quickly catching up.
No longer the new member on the team. “You learn fast”, they said.
The burden, the distance, the emptiness, left you as you were, as skin heals in seconds.
It just made you more familiar as a player.
Bandage ready, you are set for a new Match.
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 4:20 AM UTC
When you feel like there is no one there, and everything feels dark. When you don’t seem to find a way out, and lost your last grain of motivation. No one is really enjoying the darkness, they’re all waiting for someone to help them. Someone to guide them, someone to give them a way out. They need motivation, since they lost their own.
But what do they do when no one is there to pick them up? Where do they go? We are all just broken kids waiting for someone to pick us up. And when that day comes, we look back and think we overreacted. Just like everyone else was thinking. But were we?
Jan 9, 2023
Jan 9, 2023 at 4:12 PM UTC
So,
Apparently I'm to blame?
He broke apart your friendship
After you dated him.
Because it was awkward.
Not because I told him to.
Apparently I'm to blame?
He wanted a break from your ********
After you broke up with him for the second time
Because you were a ***** to him.
Not because I encouraged him to.
Apparently I'm to blame?
You were told lies and overreacted
After you found out you were a manipulative *****
Because someone like you told you so.
Not because I had a hand in it.
That was months ago.
And,
Now,
You want to hear my side?
It's too late, *****
You messed up.
Not me.
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 8:50 PM UTC
i am a worthless person, i know,
value me? i hope so,
i admit i'm not perfect,
sometimes i do overreacted.
making conclusions,
making suspicious reactions,
creating nonsense illusions,
mistakes in every actions.
i am a worthless person, i know,
prioritize me? i hope so,
i'm not commanding you,
but still, i hope you do.
you complain about what you read and hear,
but what if i disappear?
will you even feel?
these grudges i don't want to reveal.
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 3:41 PM UTC
I wasn't even out of my car yet and I broke down.
We made eye contact; for me it was painful.
No wave.
No nod.
No smiles.
From either of us.
It hurt me because now I realize I overreacted,
I should've stayed more calm when I talked to you.
I shouldn't have let it get to me.
Why did this upset me so much?
I saw you again in the locker room.
I know you saw me too.
Again;
nothing.
No smile.
No wave.
From either of us.
You may not know but the simple and enthusiastic "Hi Bree!" with a warm smile after,
well that really brightens my day.
I tried talking to you, but got no response.
Maybe your phone was dead? Or maybe you got it taken away in class?
Or maybe I ruined things.
Maybe I shouldn't have even responded in the first place.
Responded in the morning and said I was just asleep.
Maybe all these thoughts running circles in my head are useless;
but if I know one thing for sure it's that I don't want something this stupid to come between us.
And if I know anything else, it's that I was stupid and I'm sorry.
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 1:19 AM UTC
they smoke ***
its the end of the world
as the THC enters there bodies
the leftovers trickle into mine
who gives a ****
your losing your mind as if you found out
for the first time i’ve been high
your going insane
take a deep breath
close your eyes
open them; its a new day
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 2:49 PM UTC
I keep thinking if my hair looked different that night,
or if I was chewing a different flavor of gum,
things would have turned out differently.
The evening when you left,
I couldn't stand the color of the walls,
or the stains in the carpet,
I moved out within the week.
I still haven't fully unpacked,
because I'm still hoping you'll fall in love with me.
I watched the daises slowly melt
like ice cream,
and I watched the ants walk their paths
but they had no idea where they were going.
I went to the beach the other day,
and all I could think about was the patch on your belly button,
and how you overreacted about the naked children,
but mostly,
the way you looked at me when I was in the water.
Aug 7, 2010
Aug 7, 2010 at 4:24 PM UTC
As my mind wander tonight,
I'm letting my thought take flight;
Thinking of something I don't know
It's like I'm searching high and low.
I just wanna give myself a break
While eating a blueberry cheesecake;
I no longer know what I am thinking
It's like I totally knew nothing.
I am easily distracted
That's why sometimes, I overreacted;
Is there someone dictating
Or I just don't know what I am doing?
I just want to do things for me
Things that will make me happy;
But why are there distractions
Which gives me more confusions.
I wanna find myself now
I just do not know how;
I do not know how to end my this,
Maybe by giving myself a goodnight kiss.
I should really have some rest
'Coz tomorrow I wanna be at my best!
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 9:24 AM UTC
I don't know if it's right or wrong
but my emotions in general are just too strong
I care about things people don't even notice
And I feel like the odd one out
I wish I could be normal and have self control
I find this the hardest thing of all
When trouble arises I'm often the culprit
I wish I was normal I wish I could control this
I have arguments I roar I'm fierce I'm a tiger
But tomorrow there's guilt there's remorse and regret
I overreacted I'm sorry I didn't mean it
But most will walk away because they don't understand
I have issues controlling my emotions I know this
and with all my heart and soul I try and control it
But this disorder often gets the better of me
And leaves me full of guilt and apologies
I wish I could be normal I wish I could control it
But I'm ****** up the best I can do is own it.
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC
I find it ludicrous how victim blaming
is so predominate in our society.
You ended us through a cryptic text message,
and began to ignore me,
and I “overreacted” when I demanded for answers.
I’m left frayed in your absence;
did you ever learn how to use scissors?
I bombarded you with pleas that fell
on a silenced phone,
read receipts turned off.
It’s hard for historians to accept the fact
that the records of some societies are lost forever.
Scientists don’t like to believe
we may never know how the Universe works.
How can you be so well kept in my presence,
when I sublime to the sound of your name?
Perhaps I shouldn’t compare your appearance
to the chemicals reacting inside you.
After all, you were never great at
expressing your emotions,
and I knew that very well.
Even Spock would be jealous
of your Vulcan traits.
Block everything out, would you.
You are preventing allies from entering your domain
to help your cause.
And I guess,
if Disney movies taught me anything,
a dream is a wish your heart makes.
Well, then I never mean anything I say.
You are such a persistent phantasm,
and you must love my mind,
because you never leave it.
Why do we love the things that are so harmful to us?
A smoker knows all too well that
cigarettes are slowly killing them,
yet they take a long drag anyway.
How can I get over someone I once loved?
Putting down that bottle of liquor,
it seems heavier than when I picked it up.
I’m an alcoholic and I’m skipping AA.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 12:51 AM UTC
I shouted at your face
Slammed the door behind us
and never looked back
You yelled.. Hey!!
Threw the keys on the floor
Kicked the car wheels
Your shoes flew away...
Hot temper on the air..
You blew out your temper
I reacted... rather sharply
Overreacted you could say..
What the hell...
Defense mechanism I called it
It was so wrong.. but it happened..
You took the bed
I took the sofa
and the cold blooded war continues
In this once upon a time...
Home sweet Home...
Our hearts were torn apart...
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 1:42 AM UTC
I'm so distracted,
I should've not overreacted.
It's too late, oh no, I've fallen —
I've reached the bottom and I'm too far from what I could've gotten.
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 1:51 AM UTC
Sitting in class vibin' with mates watching time pass
Nourishing connections because lifetimes fly by too fast
"Tell me about yourself.."
I am a boy in a man's body that approaches music with the will to grow and know enough to take hold of this world and shake it up a bit.
Never detrimental to the globe, because I'm in love with it. Face facts with tact, splash onto new horizons even if it knocks me on my back. Latch on to the moment, direct divine intention and let creativity explode in a blast on the right track. Shining a light into the black and admiring peoples' masks, but never distracted. What happens is what's meant to be even if we had overreacted. Focus on what you have, instead of that you lack. Collect our energies together, mash and exponentially grow. Sometimes it'll seem like you're a turtle on the road, because the progress process is so slow. Let go of the mold and stroll with the will to blow along in the breeze never knowing retreat because the feat is huge, but with focus we'll make it. Take your preconceived perception and break it. You gotta be happy, because doing what you love is the ultimate payment.
Too many expressions are vacant, but heads full.
Escape from comfort zones that inadvertently take a toll
You are,
and have
all you need.
That person in the mirror is worth getting to know.
Water the self, and emerge from the seed to grow
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
We had an argument
We shouted, you screamed
I cried and hit your chest
You shoved me on the floor
Time stopped and I looked on in shock
Adrenaline Pumped and I lunged at you
I scratched and kicked as hard as i could
I felt my body hit the ground
Your fists like hot steel with every blow
I curled up and waited for it to be over
You stopped and started to cry
You kissed my forming bruises
And said you loved me
He would never hit me again, would he?
He was angry and he overreacted, he said
It was just a one time thing, wasn't it?
He loves me, doesn't he?
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 9:10 AM UTC
Blood will spill the ground,
When you try to pin me down.
You're lucky I could control it,
I don't let that anger spit flames and burn those,
I love.
This all happened,
Because you overreacted.
And made me fear for my safety.
I was never safe there.
The chains are gone,
Time for me to grow up.
Finally....
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 11:38 AM UTC
Okay maybe I overreacted
I get that way when I feel isolated
Being out in the world all alone
Like before everyone had a phone
I didn't really mean what I said
I just get that way when I feel emotionally dead
I was feeling like no one understood me
It was breaking my heart internally
So naturally I lashed out at them with frustration
But now I know that was an overreaction.
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 2:09 AM UTC
I dreamed my way here
I’ve had my cringe moments
I feel pressure, I lose perspective
I’ve wholeheartedly failed
I misspeak, underthink, overreact
I try to do the right thing
the right thing isn’t always clear
I’ve tried to hold on
I’ve let go with grace
I’ve charged ahead
I’ve stepped aside
I self-sabotage, then try to do better
I’ve self-consciously retreated
I’ve stood up for others
I’ve backed down and apologized
I’ve rinsed and repeated
I’m a chameleon, but I’ve never been perfect
I’ve under-reacted to challenges
I’ve overreacted to the ordinary
I devalue likeability
I indulge the language of play
I share my human experience
I don’t know what else to say.
Mar 21, 2024
Mar 21, 2024 at 9:32 PM UTC
#
We fight like cats and dogs
That we know is true
But this time is different
This is our final Que
I will admit I am wrong
I've overreacted, I did
I instantly assumed the worse
I treated you like a kid
I understand where your coming from
You only had the best thoughts in mind
I can't fault you for what you did
I shouldn't have been so blind
For this time I am in the wrong
This time I aren't to be forgiven
Because I wrote a poem
To which by anger, I was driven
But its clear this fight
Isn't like the rest
Its not in black and white
As our rawest emotions have been expressed
Which is causing quite alot of distress
This fight isn't just because of what happened
Its not because of what I just did
Its clear that our built up emotions caused this
This is just the tipping point
Of all those things that we hid
This time is really quite different
We wont forgive and forget
Because I was wrong but so were you
But now all that I'm saying seems like a threat
This time we were both in the wrong
And so is everyone involved
Don't get me wrong
I don't expect you to come running back
I never once did
Just wanted to inform you
I understand your point
But mine were also quite valid
So maybe now isn't the time
That the two should be together
For future reference maybe some day
We can possibly make things better
So I guess this is our final goodbye
As we are neither ready to come back and try
For our fates and selves, have brought this upon us
So in the end, Its funny that
both of us are trying to play the bad guy.
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 3:55 AM UTC
whatever you do,
please don't leave me alone on this day in which i mourn
over the death of my heart and my soul
please hide away all the knives,
cut your vegetables with a spoon or something.
dont leave me alone in this house,
i'll be sure to make company with my demons.
flush down the pills,
dont let me find the key to the medicine cabinet.
make sure to call or message me,
i cant stand being alone today.
dont shave your body today with those razors,
i'll be tempted to turn my skin into paper snowflakes.
please dont let me lock myself in my room,
i'll take the opportunity to meet my doom.
please dont leave me alone to cry in my closet alone,
i'll be sure to make my arms drip the sadness out.
and for fuck's sake,
please dont pass this off as just another overreacted poem.
i need you to be with me on the 11th, and make sure i'll make it until the 12th.
i need help. i cant breathe today. i dont want to be alive today. please dont leave me alone today.
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 4:04 AM UTC
Ever been through hurt and the culprit pretended as though it never happened?
Ever had someone lied to your face or better yet, lied on you and swore it was the truth?
Ever had someone mentally abusing you and made it seem as if you were the one with the problem?
And you ask yourself, are they for real?!
Then you find yourself thinking that it was your fault, believing the lies, or maybe you overreacted...
Nah... It's them... Not you...
Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 1:17 PM UTC