I Think I See Too Much

Deep sigh,

Slap my face awake, hard.

Will today surprise me? Probably not.

The one I chased has stopped running,

Somebody else got there first.

Stupid little irritations become magnified,

Stupid little people become King Kong to me, the ant.

I walk the fine line between fragile and broken,

Walking with a destination in mind but never really getting near.

Hopes, nice emotions, strangers to reality,

Drown youthful optimism that I still have, hidden.

My skin is irritated,

Tired eyes start to close.

A good heart turns bad.

Although I don't want to,

When I'm left to my own devices,

I think too much.

I see too much,

I think I see too much.

V Topp

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