The fear of missing out,
The fear of being blamed,
The fear of insufficiency,
As the world has claimed.
My hoodie strings being uneven,
The forgotten spots on the board,
The alignment of colours in a crayon box,
And the missing tiles on the road.
These nightmare-like hunches,
Bring down my science of thoughts,
Yes, it is in my head,
A place where my obsession clots.
To that bully stuck inside my head,
Where nobody else can see it,
I’m constantly at a war with myself,
Seeking a certainty which I can never get.