"overthinks" poems
I am the nice girl
the cute girl
the friendly girl
the one who always smiles and asks how people are doing
and doesn’t expect them to ask back
I am the sweet girl
the funny girl
the responsible girl
who takes care of others
because she’s afraid of what her mind will do if she ever decided to let loose
based on what others do
I am the calm girl
the nice girl
the cute girl
the one that feels she cannot accept being called beautiful
because such a word doesn’t seem worthy enough for her
Unlike being called
the loud girl
the annoying girl
the basic girl
all because of how and what i say and act and dress
which makes others think it’s okay
to judge base on words that people say
words to me can be a trick or treat
The treats are the words used to express me so positively
Cute funny nice smart
And the trick by the ones I had called friends
Calling me words that they use to bring me down
Loud annoying basic stupid
the words that we say or put on our brains can affect us everyday
I am the girl they call
cute and nice
Yet no one has ever thought my words would ever have more meaning
Or think twice
Because I have hidden them longer than anyone would ever know
see by the time i was 10
when my older sister
the pretty popular smart girl died
i was left broken down inside
and i ended up being the shy girl
who’s ideal of a friend was her grandma and eating ravioli
and watching tv
the sad girl
that cried each night hoping for such pain to end
Regrets so large and wide that I could never hide
the lonely girl
who had no one to call as friends for her own
the depressed girl
who wanted to runaway
who thought suicide at least more times a day
But never thought to express her pain
See I am not that simple
words do not express me
yet when people describe us we take their words
and use them as our own
words that wrap around us so tightly
that hold us in our hearts and cling to our minds
that we assume we are just the words that they tells us
Make us assume
we can’t be nothing else
simple small words
are what we end taking to be our own
and thinking nothing else
BUT I AM MORE THAN JUST A Nice, cute, SIMPLE MINDED GIRL
I am more than just those little words they throw at me
yet as touching and sincere as those words are
they don’t define me
they are words that can describe but yet when others hear it won’t they just assume the same
They change their blank canvas mind of me into the colors of what people say
making up their minds of me before they even see me
As if by hearing my name the painting in their minds is already created
Being shown too others
See I want to be more than just what others say about me
for i am a woman
who fights for whats right
overthinks,
that makes me sink and swim through the ocean in my mind
but can get to the shore in time
to fully appreciate life
and prove that not everybody is what they say to be
trust me
i used to be just a nice girl
Unlike everyone else
I perfer not to be a
Simply nice woman
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
I hope she has a good life.
I hope she has friends that she can lean on.
I hope she never overthinks at night.
I hope she never encounters depression and anxiety.
I hope everyone loves and cares for her.
I hope everyone accepts her flaws.
I hope everyone understands and respects her.
I hope she can find a man whose willing to sacrifice for her.
I hope she can do whatever she wants.
I hope she never shed a tear without knowing why.
I hope she has confidence.
I hope she can decide on her own.
I hope that every moment in her life is a worth to remember.
I hope she's not drown by sadness.
I hope she's happy unlike me.
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 4:28 AM UTC
I have to hold back my tears. No one can see me like this, vulnerable and not in control.
They think that i can fend for myself, what do they know? Truth is im in need for their help, for their opnion and inspiring words.
For a long time it was me in the middle of the sandwhich. My older sister covering me, and i protecting my ypunger twin.
Its funny how the sandwhich turns into how my life is today. My older sister takes up all the spotlight, claimig it allfor herself. Absorbin all the attention until there is none left. I shake at the words she wont utter, like a simple please or thank you. How she would never help my mother how she leaves my mother fighting so hard, as she sits on the couch and jist watches. When my mother asks for her help she will make it more like a burden then helping out of respect. I will do any of those thigs in a heart eat just to take the stress off of my moms shoulders. But again thats how we differ...
As for my twin the one that i had felt the need to protect since we had been in the wound together 16 years ago. How can i put in words all the feelings she leaves on me? She is so irritable yet i yearn to watch her succeed. She is as slow as a turtle, yet sometimes shes as sharp as a knife . Some nights ill catch her talking to herself, it pains me to see her over think things. After so much effort of tryin to help her all i can do now is make beleive im sleeping, pull the covers over my head and let the tears roll down my cheek, burning it under their touch. She has this problem and the tendency to ovetthink thongs from the stipidest things to the most important. She lays them all on the same scale not considekg the dfferences betwene them . As muh as she overthinks , when she has an idea she lets it cloud her judgement.l
I remember thst one time in our cribs its blurr but i still feel it in my blood. Diane had my moms attentiom absorbed for she was alsay a cryer even when her head hutt a lottle bit. Michelle was sick with strep having my moms also and my dads granparents. Then my head throat and whole body was killing .. All i remmeber was keeping my mouth shut. And waitig for someone to come ask me how i was feeling. Which no one did.And still as i cry typing this no one will ask me how im feeling, for i have middle child syndrome
Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 6:29 PM UTC
In a four wall room
She feel so small
She feel out of place
Cant walk alone inside and roam
Everytime she's alone
Sitting and prentending is all she can do
She sits like no one's there
Pretending that she is okay
Her mind overthinks oftenly
slowly being eaten by all her insecurities
Insecurities that she is so small
And compare to others that she is too low
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 10:23 PM UTC
I never thought i'd be the type of girl that overthinks relationships and twists them into something they're not,
like when we don't talk I know it's not because you don't want to,
but my mind warps it into me thinking the worst..
and I know we dont see eachother a lot (which makes the moments when we do even more special), but I just end up worrying and start thinking: maybe if you don't see me as much, you'll leave me.
You say you like me and i'm the most amazing girl you've ever met and I believe that you think that, but I don't believe it myself and I think maybe thats why I freak myself out so much.
So now i'll go take a long shower or do some work and wait for you to call so you can tell me how much you miss me, and my heart will swell with all these emotions...
it's like the best **** nightmare i've ever had and I don't want it to ever stop.
So this is my poem, which isn't really a poem at all...
just the typical thoughts of a teenage girl in love.
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 4:42 PM UTC
her mind is a black hole
void of positive thoughts
she overthinks every decision
replays memories over and over
until she breaks down
and gasps for air
like there's none left in her bedroom
this happens once a night, every night
this madness, this episode, this panic, this destruction
but when the sun comes up
she looks for the mask
kept under her pillow like quarters for the tooth fairy
she puts on the mask, after she puts on makeup
the mask comes complete with a smile
comes with the happiest ****** expression imaginable
but under the mask is a frown
that would make the saddest clown shed tears
but she doesn't want her family to know
doesn't want her friends to know
how broken she is deep down inside
so she puts on the mask every morning
so no one asks questions
so no one knows
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 5:51 PM UTC
My friend brings misery wherever he steps.
Blessing, he doesn't step around often.
My friend overeads whoever he met.
They don't usually stick around often.
My friend overthinks whatever he says.
Never listening, and not chatty often.
My friend is a good man,
decent company,
A thoughtful being,
And miserable often.
My friend brings misery with every step.
Or misery brings him, I can't yet tell.
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 10:04 AM UTC
~
I drink two pots of coffee
only to stare at the page,
I avoid all forms of rest
only to scribble squares,
I force myself into panic
only to give up before I start.
I swear I'm trying.
I hate this part of myself,
the part that overthinks for hours,
only to forget my words.
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Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 12:50 AM UTC
She puts a smile on her face every morning,
to make peoples day,
She typed laughing emojis when its very much killing her inside,
She, the one people see who is always cheerful,
is the one who always cries quietly at night,
afraid to wake her peacefully sleeping sister,
She, the one who has beautiful dreams,
the dreams she think would never happen,
She always stare out the window,
music in her ears,
the cloud cries with her,
trying to blow away the overthinks,
seats she wished that weren’t empty,
remain unoccupied,
she doesn’t understand the lonesome she felt,
she just wants a shoulder to cry on,
but it’s her pillow that was soaked,
as she felt no one is listening,
so she stopped trying to talk,
doing what she do best,
bottling everything up.
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 12:08 PM UTC
This distance between us, I feel it killing me from the inside
Despite your reassurances everything will be okay
I still want to cry.
You're leaving me slowly, day by day.
I want him, but he isn't here
Even though he isn't you, I had hope for the future.
I wanted him, I still do
But it's hard to try when I keep thinking of you.
I keep getting caught in the in-between.
He's already said, "I love you"
Of that, I'm not entirely sure
But his lips felt better than yours ever did
And now, I'm of two worlds.
I've wanted him since he first started to speak
With those dulcet tones so deep
His smile and laugh were all too sweet
But he still remains out of reach.
I keep getting caught in the in-between.
I ridicule those who cannot choose
Despite the fact that, with this decision, I am in their shoes.
He understands me, but not like you do
I hate my brain and how it overthinks, especially when it comes to you.
I haven't heard from him in months
Over this, my heart aches
I worry that he isn't okay
For the things his parents screamed about not long ago are too worrying to say.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 3:13 AM UTC
Storms live in the attic
They roll round on the wide brass bed and
Tussle beneath the eaves where
Wintry starlings sing in arabesque falsettos
and the quilts are all sewn by hand
Lily is mistress of this place
She bathes in thunder while the bluebells ring
Her lover watches, dumbstruck
all he knows is the air shimmers around her
And the sky vibrates in her eyes
Lily loves her lover only
Spurning pretenders and naysaying Minotaurs
Trusting his carnation smile, she
Wears tomorrow’s clothes, defiantly penniless
Wallowing in Omelettes and pillows
Lily paints her lips with rainbows
While her lover stretches out his canvas homage
falling deeper in love, felled
By the curve of her breast in the moonlight
And the way her hips roll as she walks
And if he’s her Halfpenny Prince
She’s his Sixpence no richer Princess...
Kestrels fly round the parlour,
Ravenous, but
They dine on eclairs in the boudoir
And never go hungry
Rain fills their silver violins
Music flows from his fingertips to her spine
Shambolic evening invocations
Paint the walls as they revel in their adagios
Soaring past counterfeit barriers
Lily never overthinks her loving
Mystics and gypsies roam free in her veins
Her blood becomes his, intrinsically
Intertwined in their colourful progression
Sad yesterdays die Long Ago
Everything changes at midnight
Lily courts her twixt times metamorphoses
Slinky rhythms catch her feet
Waterfalls pour from her arms as she dances
Her lover captures her with a last breath
Glazes her flesh with his lips
In the eaves dervish doves swirl in arcs of fright
In the garden of night tendrils unfurl
Their Fate touches the stone Angels Of Sorrow
From pitted mouths of pity they sigh
Lily is mistress of this place
She wakes alone in her wide brass bed, while
Crying birds sing to her in sympathy
And Summer weeps for her morning disillusion...
her threadbare reveries fall away
He is gone, he is gone, he is gone
He was her Halfpenny Prince
She his Sixpence no richer Princess...
Lily’s heart flies round the parlour,
Mourning,
Now she eats the bread of Memories
Lily never goes hungry
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 5:29 AM UTC
In a world where deep love
Becomes a deep cut
An emotionally draining scar
That gets to replay in your mind
In a world where being perfect
Was never good enough
No matter the effort
Your heart breaks
Your head overthinks
Your soul getting crushed by the weight
In a world where you’re staying up late
Alone with the loneliest feeling in the world
Let me sleep forever
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 5:39 AM UTC
the shine of her shrine brings fair smiles to some,
young lies fester and spread faster than flies hatching from larvae.
Days by days - weeks at a time - content is a constant crisis to our protagonist
summer is welting while winter is begging to stop the talk of death,
but change is soon - somethings are better not stopped; the same as letting the flame from the candle die with the room...
Jun 1, 2021
Jun 1, 2021 at 1:05 AM UTC
I've always been someone who feels intensely.
Someone who notices the things that no one around them
seem to pay attention to.
Someone that sets focuses on the small things and
romanticize them to no end.
Someone who plays them in a loop on their head and
overthinks every detail.
Someone who creates expectations for everything around them
even though they know it'll hurt them in the end.
Someone with a never-ending inner battle
in between their heart and their head.
Someone with an everlasting lost look on their face who
you think has nothing going on up there.
But there's something.
A memory of every half-smile, every laugh,
every tear, and every frown ever felt,
emotions ready to creep back up into the surface again
at any given time. No warnings attached.
- whirlwind.
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 11:37 PM UTC
I pressed my best tears against the door; it must have been me
slowly opening up to you — you probably took me as your pet,
waiting for the pat of comfort from your hand. I felt the glow of
your heart, resting my head on your chest, that felt like sunlight
cushions.
You asked me so softly, "what's so heavy on your mind, love,"
like a cat seduced by curiosity. Even as I tried to pretend that
everything was okay, it seemed wishful thinking inside of
Aladdin's cave — I caved, telling you, "I can't feel this very
familiar pit in my heart."
Like a fire lit in the dark, between us there's always been this
attractive spark— a man overthinks himself, when it comes to
admitting that he's fallen in love. The words don't slip out so
easily off the tongue; but they wrestle their way around the
closed mouth.
But I've always had my suspicions that you secretly knew;
reading the words in my eyes. And when you replied it back
to me with a smile; I laugh about it now, picturing how silly
we looked, when we both smiled stupid smiles.
Mar 21, 2025
Mar 21, 2025 at 5:28 PM UTC
i'm sorry.
i'm sorry that you're stuck with me.
stuck with someone who 's only happy when you're around.
someone who doesn't believe you when you say
you love them
because they have learned that they
are not lovable.
i'm sorry you're stuck with someone
who has trust issues
someone who flinches when a man sits next to them
someone who looks at sharp things differently
than you do
someone who overthinks everything
and believes you're bored of them.
someone who hold grudges
because that's the only way
they know how to protect themselves
someone who forgets to eat
someone who can't love herself
as much as you say you love them.
someone who will never believe you care about them
because they can't even care about themselves.
someone who will always believe
that you deserve better than them.
Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 11:38 PM UTC
A Pisces...
Helps without expecting something in return.
Loves silence and being alone but not for too long.
Imagines scenarios 5-7 hours a day.
Loves love.
Wants to share their life with someone.
Overthinks
Deep and emotional.
Great listeners.
******* talented in a form of art.
Knows exactly how to give advice
Puts other people’s problems before their own.
Trustworthy and a great secret keeper.
Clueless at times.
Big heart.
Always wishing the best for everyone.
For you might never know what Love is until you’ve been loved by a Pisces.
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 2:44 PM UTC
i don't know if i'am the only one
who ends up broken and sad
after anything happens
i don't know if i'am the only one
who stays up crying all night
and struggling to put on a smile in the morning
i don't know if i'am the only one
who overthinks things
and messes the wild thoughts running in my head
i don't know if i'am the only one
who ends up feeling used and
drained of all love that one can give
i don't know if i'am the only one
with a broken heart which is still beating
to be broken by someone someday
i don't know if i'am the only one ;
Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 9:24 AM UTC