I think. I think too much.
I’m chained to my brain’s chaos
My heart guarded but afraid.
Pain marred scars.
Tell stories of a sensitive soul
Lost in a high tide zone.
Battered by the currents of regret.
Burned by a scornful sun.
Thoughts swirl in endless motion.
Disturbing my equilibrium
Demons born on the waves of insecurities.
Hellions of a mind.
They reign, feeding on my weaknesses.
One day I hope to stage a rebellion.
I remain a paragon of hypercritical introspection.