I think too much.
Yes. It's true.
I think a lot,
Yeah... I do.
It's actually kind of funny,
For a brain so full of thoughts,
It sure is hard to think of a solution.
I mean, all the possibilities are blasted before me
Through social media,
Through dorm rooms,
And even my family.
They are all within my reach,
Laid out before me,
And I consider what they are;
Like getting high,
Actually talking to someone about my problems, maybe.
But I am so petrified of falling into the norm,
Of becoming comfortable with blessed vices,
That fear has become my greatest coping mechanism.
Instead of doing drugs,
I fear becoming my sister.
Instead of drinking,
I fear becoming my mother.
Instead of taking pills,
I fear running away with my childhood friend.
Instead of having sex,
I fear understanding the girls in my school.
Instead of opening up about my problems,
I fear that I might actually feel human.