There’s nothing wrong with you.

“No, you are perfectly fine”, I said.

But it doesn’t matter how many times repeated

Own mind is taking the control

You are worried for something you shouldn’t

It’s yours, that’s why people think it’s weird

Because they don’t have what’s yours

Tragically, it’s always on your mind

You can’t get rid of it

Bury it within your soul and sorrow

“Let them know nothing, then”, I said again.