They say patience is a virtue

Speaking my thoughts feels like taboo

I need to chill the fuck out

My intrusive thoughts on full volume

Trying to solve a riddle

Play it back like reels, but is it real?

Zero pressure – don’t want to press you

Just not good at saying how I feel

My inner monologue is endless

Interpreting emotions feels like alchemy

Not good at putting myself out there

Gripping the railing of this balcony

The silence is fucking deafening

Hate saying something so cliche

I can’t help but overthink

Not sure what I’m supposed to say