An Overthinker's Torment

Thinking and thinking and thinking. I want to stop going over the memories, The looping record of agonising nothings. That's the problem, you see? It's not a problem to them. A simple mistake, So quickly forgiven, and yet, It lingers like a pungent smell of embarrassment. Perhaps a good action done awkward in manner, A broken plate despite mountains of food. It must replay. Sleep isn't an option in this world, Time for bed is time for a movie, A movie, "The horror of Blank" The timeless classic of forgotten mistakes, Yet always remembered