Overthinking

“I seek to quiet the voices in my mind, As I lay in bed, with the ceiling in sight. Overthinking is my constant bind, Longing for comfort through the night. Just a touch, a whisper, a sign, To say, “I’m here, you’re not alone.” Is that too much for me to pine? In the silence, my thoughts have grown. As an overthinker, I drift and sway, One word can keep me awake. In endless loops, my mind will play, Seeking peace, for reassurance’s sake.”