Me

I think too much,
Analyzing each situation
Like it can suddenly hurl lethal poison,
And burn & blister my skin.

I need to be more like a person
Who lives in each moment relishing each breath.
Who is blind to the dozen of eyes
Peering at her.

I need to feel happiness more,
And not dwell on the pricks of sadness
That stab my delicate,
And confused heart.

"Say no more!" a part of me says,
"You want too much, you crave too much."
But I'm really many people: one, two, and three
With many wants, and many needs.

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