My poems are ******
They're destined to be sad
No one's ever a fan
Because they're always so bad

No, not bad
Not nessissarily
Maybe I'm just mad
That I can't write hilarity

Sorry, my bad
It's not your fault
That these make me mad
It's all my fault

I really can't complain
Because in the end

I am the one who wrote them

Some people will never understand
That going to bed is just so hard
How am I supposed to explain
Why I never get sleep
Or why I sometimes just stop trying

It never works
I've tried them all
I've done all the methods
And I've read all the articles
I still can't sleep

My friends all try to encourage me
To fix my sleeping habits
And stay as healthy as I can
I really appreciate them for it
But sadly, it's not as easy as they think

I've grown to realize
That even if I wanted to
I couldn't get my **** together
Because sleep scares me
It reminds me of every bad dream I've ever had

So why do I have a horrible sleeping schedule?
Why do I joke around that I'm a mess?
Why do I go to school with tired eyes?
What do I say when people ask my best friends name?
Who is the mastermind behind this madness?

My Best Friend: Insomnia

So, there you have it
Now you know
That sometimes
A lot of times
Some kids just can't sleep