overthinking

I keep thinking about whether deepdown something isn't quite right about me

perhaps in my mind I have a free screw or possibly two

since nothing about me is awesome

nothing about me makes me unique and novel

aside from being incredibly insane

aside from being incredibly tragic and sad and defenseless

I think in this world I am the one in particular what pillow's identity is' doused each night from crying tears

from bellowing my eyes out over things that ought not make me this extraordinarily dismal

is there a major issue with me

for what reason am I noticeably flawed like every other person