Insomnia
She listens to the ticking
Of the clock
As she lies in her bed
She cannot sleep
She waits for sweet oblivion
But it never comes
She tosses and she turns
But her mind races
She is being taunted
By her conscience
Fat, failure, worthless and fool
Are the words she hears
She tries to block them
But she cannot
She wants to cry
But that would not do
That would be showing
How weak she really is
She has to be strong
Or so she thinks
Because no one knows
How weak she really is
But she daren't show
This side of her
