Dear Overthinking

Hello, my friend.

How nice of you to drop in again.

I’d say I missed you,

but I’m not sure if that’s the truth

or just another lie we’ve learned to pretend.
You see, with you, there are always 
two sides.

And I’m beginning to understand why.
When you’re right,
I feel like the smartest man alive,

as if nothing could slip past my eyes,

as if every answer has already been mine.
But when you’re wrong,

you become a weight upon my 
chest,

dragging me deeper into a place

I fought so hard to leave behind.
Funny, isn’t it?
Everybody wishes they had you,

but nobody ever asks about the price.
They admire the clarity you promise,
but never speak of the nights
 you steal in exchange for peace of mind.
They see the wisdom,

but not the exhaustion.

They see the answers,

but never the confusion.
And perhaps that’s what makes you so dangerous:

you make me believe that thinking is the same as knowing,

and that knowing is the same as understanding.
But I’m beginning to see through you.
I no longer wish to mistake your presence for guidance

or your endless questions for truth.
So, my old friend,

enjoy your visit while it lasts.
Because I have a life to live,

not just a thousand possibilities to consider.
I will overcome you,

my so-called…
Friend.