perpetually unsure.

a beautiful life,
and it is all
mine.
yet,
i am unhappy.

not content
with the internal content
that is my mentality.

how may i be
carefree?
when overthinking
has contained me like
a jar.
claustrophobic in the
company
of my doubts.

i just want to be 13
and free.
happy to be
a small person
in a big world,
with no responsibility
to think through its
possibilities,
inside and out.