“A mind that never sleeps.”

I am awake while the world lies still,

A prisoner of my restless will.

Thoughts chase each other in endless streams,

Turning my quiet into fractured dreams.

I wonder why the sky seems dim,

Or why my light feels always thin.

I trace the lines of yesterday,

And wish my heart had more to say.

Every word I didn’t speak

Clings to me, haunting the meek.

Every glance I misread,

Feeds the fire inside my head.

I overthink, they say it’s too much,

But these thoughts are my only touch.

The touch of what was, and what might be,

The weight of possibility.

I question every path I chose,

Each fleeting friend, each whispered “no.”

I read between the smiles and frowns,

Counting invisible, silent rounds.

I carry echoes in my chest,

Old regrets that never rest.

I feel the ache of words unsaid,

Like shadows dancing in my head.

And yet, in this storm I reside,

A quiet terror I cannot hide.

I twist the past, I bend the truth,

I mourn the innocence of my youth.

Sometimes, I think I hear your voice,

Or catch your eye without a choice.

Then panic rises, cold and fast,

For in my mind, these moments last.

I replay them in endless loops,

Turn smiles into subtle scoops.

I imagine stories that never were,

And drown inside my own blur.

Sleep eludes me like a thief,

Stealing peace and giving grief.

The night is long, the dark profound,

While thoughts like tides pull me down.

I wonder if you see me clear,

Or if I’m just a shadow here.

I wonder if I’ll ever be

Free of the chains my mind can’t see.

Yet there’s a beauty in this pain,

A bitter rain, a quiet gain.

For every tear my heart has shed,

Is proof that I am deeply led.

Led by feelings I cannot hide,

Led by thoughts that swell inside.

I am alive, though fragile too,

A soul that aches for what is true.

And in this labyrinth I roam,

My mind, my heart, my endless home,

I find small sparks that light my way,

Moments of hope to break the gray.

A kind word from a friend, a glance,

A fleeting touch, a small chance.

These shards of joy, so rare, so bright,

Give weary hearts a reason to fight.

I overthink, I twist, I bend,

I fear beginnings and mourn the end.

But in these tangled webs I weave,

I find the depth that hearts believe.

So do not pity me for this storm,

Or think my mind is weak, forlorn.

For in the night when no one sees,

I build the world I hope will please.

Each thought a brick, each dream a wall,

And though I stumble, I still stand tall.

For in this endless, ceaseless tide,

I am both the ocean and the guide.

I overthink, yes, this is true,

But this is me, through and through.

And maybe someday I’ll find release,

A quiet mind, a heart at peace.

Until that day, I will remain,

Lost in thought, in love, in pain.

But every tear, each sleepless night,

Shapes the soul that longs for light.