My brain has an echo

My brain has a echo
So loud and so clear
My brain is repeating everything I hear
You cannot hear it but it brings me fear

My brain is a broken record of thoughts I've had
When alone, I am a punching bag
I can't stop it because thoughts are thoughts
I can not control it and it makes my face hot

I'm always searching for a solution to quiet my mind
It's hard to imagine that I'll be fine

I am logical on outside illogical on the inside
Let's just say my life is a rollercoaster ride
Made of peaks and valleys, cliff hangs and perfect days, I'm sorries and I can explain

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