My head is packed with thoughts.
Some are able to produce a smile,
but some have the ability to make me scream.
I have my curiosity about others…

People say I think too much,
too complicated, too hard.
Yet I can’t seem to help it,
it’s who I am.

I can think until my head hurts.
I can think for days, weeks, and even months.
Thoughts run through my head all day;
like an athlete running laps for sake.

Even I get terrified from thinking.
All the back and forth confuses me.
I’ve always wondered why I think so much,
though the answer still remains a mystery.

I would try to remember when I was young,
when my head was almost never stressed.
Those were the days of innocence,
yet those days were so far away.

Some thoughts may be darkening,
as like parting from a loved one.
Some thoughts may be bright,
as like memories of childhood playtimes.
But I would always remember,
that my life cannot be surrounded by fright.