The Art of Overthinking

This is a talent that requires no skill, I even do it against my own will. I think it could be something we're all born with, Or as some people would call it a natural instinct.

The good, bad, terrible and the ugly, These thoughts are far from lovely. From do they really love me, To why am I so unlucky.

I feel like I'm trapped in a deep, dark cave, With no possible way to escape. Or could it be a long tunnel? The entrance filled with debris and rubble.

All those golden opportunities I missed because of you, But if I'm being honest, Im partly to blame too.