Nah or Yeah?
Maybe this whole circus moved too damn fast—
like a trainwreck in slow motion, but I was front row, popcorn in hand.
Maybe I was just way too eager to believe in fairy tales when all I got was a cracked mirror reflecting my own fantasies.
The idea of a fresh start, a new chapter with Mr. Perfect-on-paper—
someone who ticks all the boxes in that dream checklist but forgets to show up in reality.
Maybe I’m not falling for the man— I’m just drunk on the idea of not being alone.
Falling in love with the concept, the shiny marketing campaign, not the messy, complicated human underneath.
And here I am, stuck in my own brain’s darkest corner— overthinking like it’s an Olympic sport.
Every thought a nail, hammering down my sanity, until hope is just a faded ghost I can’t even chase.
I try to run, but the thoughts follow— like that annoying shadow that won’t quit.
Maybe it’s time to stop caring so damn much.
To stop taking it all so seriously, like life’s some tragic drama that needs a damn script rewrite.
Maybe when I finally untangle the mess, when I see through the smoke and mirrors, the answer will flip like a coin— or maybe just land on its edge, forever undecided.
But for now?
The question echoes like a bad punchline: Nah or Yeah?
And here’s the twist— maybe the question doesn’t even matter.
Maybe I’m already halfway out the door, waiting for the right moment to say:
“Guess I was never really here.”