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The Mind Of An Overthinker

How weird is this place?
I get into my proper clothes,
Turn out the lights,
Arrange myself just right,
And prepare to go unconscious.
It doesn't feel right if you think about it,
But I do it every night.

And how weird is the world?
You save up paper to buy valuables.
I feel like we had the same mentality as kids.
We don't even know who we're buying from.

Certain words bug me.
Clasp.
I know what it is.
But the word sets me off.

And it will never be 2: 09,7/08/14 again.
For me,
This moment in time is marked with my poem.
And that will never ever change.

Remember when teachers told you that you see everything upside down?
I understood.
But I didn't believe.
Then one day, I closed my eyes and poked one.
I saw the pressure on the other side of my eye.
And suddenly, in that moment, I believed her.
And now I need proof of everything people say.
But people think I'm weird for that.

People think I'm weird because I think so much.
I'll talk for the person I'm arguing against,
Because I want to know what's right,
And I want to be right.
Sometimes I'll take someone's side because nobodies on it.
Sometimes I'll bring up random theory's,
Just to confuse others.

I want to meet a solipsistic
Just to meet someone who doesn't think I exist.
And I want to believe that we all see different colors
Just to believe that someone's never seen my blue.
I want to believe in the multi-verse theory
So somewhere out there, I'm what they call
Normal.

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