“You need a real problem.”
I wish I had a real problem.
Don’t you get it?
Do you not understand how hard it is
to battle such twisted ideas,
to feel the pain of a loved one’s sudden death
from a mere thought?
Thoughts can be toxic.
They can drive you to insanity,
or to the edge of a bridge.
Do you not see that?
Do you not realize how powerful
a single moment of doubt can be?
Perhaps you can brush it off like a dusty book,
but I’m forced to read every word on those pages,
cycling them over and over in my mind until I find relief—
reassurance that
maybe I’m not so alone,
I’m not the only one trapped inside a dizzy mind
that just wants peace.
I wish, more than anything, to have something REAL to deal with.
Something that I can speak of and learn from,
not obsess over like a maniac waiting for daylight.
Yes, I do need a real problem.
It’s all I need.