Spoiler
This is a free-verse, so please not too much on the structure. Also, this is no exaggeration.
As I go to my bed I'm happy.
It's been a good day,
With it's downs, of course,
But overall just fine.
The radio is on, like always.
My favorite country song is playing,
It's keeping me more awake
I know,
But if I turn it off
I hear voices in the shadows.
I panic and cry.
Once I start I cannot stop.
One of Rowlings' Dementors
Is the monster under my bed.
I'm scared of it.
He reminds me of that something to worry about.
it starts a stressed chain of thought,
And once started cannot stop.
Pointlessly obsessing for hours,
I cry until I can't breathe.
Something always pushes me over the edge,
And once I start falling I cannot stop.
