Overanalyzation
The apparition of nigh time falls
upon my king size bed
as I lay alone
The mendacious shadows ramify my walls
and the creepy boogey man
and bed bugs crawl
A plethora of anger, loneliness
and pity glower in my eyes
I stare back
Impuissance cries
Bereft of pride
My emotions and I decry
Faces of lavidity
have a soiree with in me
A party of self-pity
Thoughts of being free
exacerbates my negativity
Lying in a fetal position
overanalyzing myself causes a crazy transition
Feeling as hopeless as a baby
reminiscing too much on my problems-maybe
Copyright © Tasha Wheeler | Year Posted 2005
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