Rationally Irrational

Big or small,

Significant or not,

It engulfs me.

If I'm lucky,

It's one thing (worry) at a time.

But usually I'm not,

So here it goes again.

The disarranged trail of worries,

It consumes my oblivious soul,

What's wrong? They say,

Don't live in your head!

I already know,

Am I my own enemy now?

It comes and goes,

But never leaves,

Like a persisting lover.

Why am I fighting it?

Should I give in?

But I figure,

I'd be leaving first,

It's behind me now.

- Shreya Singh

F.Y.B.A