Crowded and Dense

my mind is crowded and dense ready to collapse at my next mistake constantly putting too much pressure on myself to be everything, but at the same time nothing to either be the storm, or the puddle created by it as i sit there watching myself from the inside out conceiving the thoughts i would never be able to harbor all while my limbs detach from my body, once a soul breathed out by a body that never belonged to me, for it has been taken over by a force much stronger than i ever was, out of my control because this is not me i am merely composed of empty thoughts and sleepless nights, a concept pushed over the edge, into submission summoned up from the floorboards of my own room representing the very place i will crash and burn after all, i am only here for a short time, simply waiting to be led out of the tunnel vision that i am trapped in again