My Mind

Why do I do this to myself?
I take every little thing and make it something else
Something bigger, something more destructive
I know there's a problem so why don't I do something constructive?

This isn't the first time I've feared the threat of ruin
We've been through this before and it should remedy soon
My words become daggers with no reason
What's been wrong with me?

We're not falling apart, not anymore
At least, I hope, how could I know?
Disaster could be right around the corner
Despite our promises of forever

I'm well aware I'm overanalyzing things
Bad thoughts creep up on me and they linger
I take every sad moment as an omen
I bring myself to tears out of fear

We're just fine but apocalyptic thoughts swirl in my head
But that's where they stay;
It's all in my mind