I'm getting bad again,
I see things that aren't there.
Did I hear the door creak?
Is there something on the stair?
A rustle on the window,
it's a murderer, I swear!
Did you not see someone in the mirror,
this isn't all that fair!
They told me to take pills,
they're magical, they say.
But they make me tired and sad,
but we continue to pay.
Even with these pills,
I see things that I should not.
Did I see a ghost walk by?
Did something move that ***?
My anxiety is rising,
I don't know what to do.
I seek comfort in my duvet,
but they seek comfort there too.