The Ballad Of Thoughts

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I torment myself with worry
I drown in its endless ocean

I am not the author of my own story
I do not own every salty tear

I’m a figment of imagination
An involuntary blip

I am not in control of my own emotions
I don’t order my thoughts

I am everything, yet nothing all at once
A vast palace of confusion

Every loving face I see
Is it all an illusion?

Am I fulfilling the purpose given to me?
Or am I failing as usual?

I’m sad and I’m lost
This is the sad ballad of thoughts