He creeps upon me,
Like a wisp of hair.
He sticks to me like velcro,
That I cannot peel off.
Thinks that I’m a fulcrum,
Leans on me like a midday sun.
Tells me I am nothing.
Beats me down and kicks me there.
Says I’ll never win.
Says the days will never end…
And they don’t,
No they won’t,
Never did,
Never will…