When I freak out about something…

Thinker

I’m a troubled kid,
The sun rises with a headache-
and stubbornly sets with one,
Dawn and dusk?
I never know the difference,
My thoughts are scattered-
like pearls on a tiled floor,
I have my thinking cap on, though-
And its not helping,
I have a feeling-
Its the source of all this,
I worry too much
About too little a thing.

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