Straighten the Bed

The bed sheets,

There, in the corner!

No, the other one!

It's not even.

No, I'm not kidding, I can't sleep with it like that!

The door,

The one I locked 6 times?

Yeah, that one.

I have to check it again.

I missed a day on my medicine,

That's not healthy.

My food is touching each other,

That's disgusting.

My heart is beating so fast.

Why isn't it slowing down?

Why are the knifes in the wrong spot?

Why do I have this pimple right here?

Why do I bite around fingers?

Why do I pull my hair?

Why is everything spinning?

This poem is about: 
Me

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