Dearly beloved are you listening?
I can’t remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that’s in between insane and insecureOh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Quoting one of my most favourite singers “Billie Joe Armstrong” from his very famous “Jesus of Suburbia” – I think to myself, “Mahn, how can a song written years ago resonate my feelings so accurately?” (although the context is entirely different!)
I can literally feel myself going paranoid over the most trivial things lately because a certain disturbing thought has made its home under my skin. In spite of so many reassurances that I’m really only being stupid and all’s well in the world, I can’t seem to shake it off! Maybe this will work then, well I certainly am counting on it.
You tell me all’s well, that I have nothing to fear
And yet my thoughts seem to dwell, no matter how hard I try to clear
I nag and become annoying and yet you never complain
Can you see that this is exactly the cause of my pain?
Maybe you do or maybe you don’t; maybe you don’t even comprehend
The thing is I need you to say something; my friend
Something, anything. Silence kills me
So you see the problem is probably me, yet I’ve made this about you
Now looking for an answer in this poem, when I really should be saying ” Screw you!”
– To you or to my mind, now that begs the real question! 🤔
Maybe I’ll get an answer or maybe I won’t.
But like I said I’m counting on it ( on you ;))
So who’s coming to my rescue here? I’m waiting for an answer 🙂