Over Thinking

They pick away like vultures on a carcass
The four W’s
What Where Who and Why
Relentless like a storm
Digging deeper, always deeper
Like a surgeon’s scalpel
They cut away the layers of all I say
Latching onto uncertainties with their own insecurities
Returning time and time again with one of the four
I feel my insides being ripped apart
Their miss-trust pulling like a horse pulls a plough
And though I protest at my innocence
It’s their disembowelling of all that I do
That has me always justifying myself
To my constant over thinking.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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