Poetry Analysis

I'm always thinking about what others are thinking about me. I feel judged constantly. Like everything I do gets watched in silence. Tear my personality just to idealize I'm Realizing what I am doing is hurting me.

I don't even know when it all began. Just thoughts building up where I stand. As little as a look or stare Turned into a voice that's always there. I wish I caught it early.

I overthink every word I spoke. Even things I didn't mean, a joke. Did I sound weird? Did I act too loud? Was I too different in the crowd?

Every time someone sees me, Nerves start filling my body. What do they think when they look at me? Am I of the right quality? What if I'm not what they want me to be?

Overthinkin' about things And I don't really need The complexity testing my patience. The one thing I feel like that I really need is A little bit of personalization...

I've stood down, ignored it, for way too long, And I really do know that it's wrong. It's time that I get up And that I start fighting it Biting the bullet and... Overcoming it.

Sometimes I know it's my mind again. Turning moments into "What if?" "When?" Not everything means something more. Not every look is keeping score. But I find myself slipping sometimes. And now that I think about it... That's fine with me.