It is not physical,

People ask about my new "Glow"

"How are you such a morning person?"

"It's my new skin care routine, y'know?"

I lay in bed, trapped in my head

I want the voices to stop,

I want to sleep

These nights are long

will I sleep?

Meditation is a joke

maybe i'm not being "mindful"

The fears inside make me choke

Fear of what?

What is there to fear of?

Lots, lots to fear of

Tired of being tired

Tired of being scared

I hope for the day my brain is normal

Not spooked by everything .

A lovely nap, a blissful dream

Something that won't have me scream

I fret and toss and turn

Replaying those scenes again and again

One day I can sleep

The way before I met that creep

Until then

I'm just tired.