Night comes creeping with the gradual fading of light,
Slipping into the darkness of my mind as the light leaves the day.

Thoughts of what I have done up to this point put at bay.
What is to become of me in this life, I cannot be shaped like a piece of clay

Starting when young the treatments I learned
Attempting to control the active mind that runs my world.

Patience and control were not within my grasp.
Trying to slow the information that leaves me out of control.

Lack of control and hiding from much of life.
Fear to go out of my house whether day or night

Now becoming my prison I cannot get out
Sitting in my closet to limit my space to control

There is no end in sight and I see no light
Just the darkness within as the voices yell out more,

More Terror Tonight.