Sunrise Breeze

I feel more and more paranoid of my surroundings, they usually look at me differently, in distaste. I feel myself: am i being bad? Or am i weird, i don't know. I'm constantly second-guessing myself, wondering if there's something off about me that others can see but I can't. I try to brush it off, to remind myself that people's perceptions are often clouded by their own experiences, but that thought only provides temporary comfort. Sometimes, I catch myself over-analyzing conversations. Was that laugh genuine, or were they mocking me? Did that smile conceal an unspoken disdain? I find it exhausting, this cycle of doubt and insecurity, and yet it feels inescapable. I want to be myself, to express my thoughts and feelings freely, but the fear of rejection looms large. I wonder if I’m being too sensitive. Maybe I’m reading too much into things. But then I think back to moments when I felt truly accepted, when laughter was shared and there was no underlying tension. Those memories feel distant now, overshadowed by this growing paranoia. I want to reach out, to ask others if they see what I see, but the thought of opening up terrifies me. What if I’m wrong? What if it’s all in my head? +----+ | | | | | | ========= I _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _