We sit together
But my mind wanders.
My mind thinks.
The “what ifs…”
What if they saw me stumble when I walked in,
“What a clumsy loser.”
What if I sit down and miss the chair?
My pimple sticks out like a sore thumb.
It’s all in my mind.
You look bored.
What if I’m uninteresting…
My voice cracks, I clear my throat.
What if it was loud and I brought attention to myself.
You look up at me.
Oh no, you’re going to give an excuse that you have to leave.
“I’m having a good time.”
We part ways.
Hours after my mind still lingers;
All the things i should or could have done.
A whirlpool of overthinking.
The ability to go anywhere and overanalyze.
A good time can turn into a bad time;
Only because of the mind becoming overwhelmed,
With thoughts of impurities and insecurities.