Ballad of an over thinker

*The ballad of an overthinker

The ballad of an overthinker

Is one of more than just the words that crawl across the page

But the tears that blur the ink as she writes them

Unphased

It's the writing and erasing

It's the constant stream of confusion

As she tried to keep herself together

This is stupid

She tells herself

Looking back at the novel she's so brilliantly portrayed

But it's only beautiful because of the brokenness it captivates

And that's the only reason that she can't see the worth that the pages hold

Her words fall like rain on a roof thats gone cold

But they won't ever get to see the light in the day

This book is only good for the dark

When the cries are unheard

And the broken fall apart

The beauty of the book

Will forever be unknown

Because the moral of the story

Is that her demons were fought alone