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…