I couldn't'a put it better myself

There are faces, there are smiles, so many teeth, too many arms and legs and eyes and flashing buttons all around me
I'm a-watching, I'm a-breathing, I'm a-pushing, I'm a-wishing
That these walls would not be talking quite so loudly
I have lost it once before I've pulled myself up from the floor
And I am looking for a reason to stay standing
But sometimes it's just too much or not enough or something else
It's so much bigger than my head, it's too demanding

Sometimes the fastest way to get there is to go slow
And sometimes if you wanna hold on you got to let go

I'm gonna close my eyes
And count to ten
I'm gonna close my eyes
And when I open them again
Everything will make sense to me then

(from Count to Ten - Tina Dico)