overthinking

Where was my brain last? Future, present, past? Alot of the pain Comes now and again. And again I must hide. Hide, away, to be Unseen. They poke and prod. And laugh like snobs. They think it's funny To think and think And think till I've Thought every possible Outcome of situation My brain in on the tracks Ran over with ideas and thoughts Of my past Does it hurt Yes. Will it stop? I don't know. I hope so. I wish I knew so. But I'm just overthinking Again. When will it be the end?