Overthought

I thank the Gods that I can think I'm so glad I have a brain But often I do overthink and feel closer to Insane. I'm tired of these old thoughts Come to haunt me in the night Wasn't the pain when it happened first Enough of a horrible plight? No -- it needs to knead the pain into my skin Until I feel like it's a part of me Until I feel I can't erase the "sin" Of doing what makes me happy I'm so thankful for my intellect But often, in the night, Do I wish I could tell my brain To shut off with the light.