Why do I feel the need to explain?
To prove I know,
even when it’s not needed.
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I get caught in the habit,
explaining things that don’t require an explanation,
as if to validate my thoughts,
to make them real for others.
—
Even when no one is around,
I’m still explaining,
doing it to myself,
repeating, justifying,
in a loop that feels endless.
—
It’s harsh,
this constant need to justify,
to prove my worth.
I don’t need to keep explaining—
yet I do.
—
It’s become ingrained,
so automatic,
like years of trauma
bubbling up to the surface,
finally finding a way to escape.
—
I’ve been silent for so long,
hiding from the weight of the world—
the weight they gave me—
and now, I can’t stop speaking,
but not everything needs to be said out loud,
not every thought needs to be shared.
—
Still, the urge to explain remains,
because it’s easier to give voice to the noise inside,
than to leave it trapped in my mind.
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