I had some trouble leaving bed
with all these thoughts inside
that big old scruffy head.

The negatives, catastrophes, doom,
made up stories, what ifs, all made
me anxious to have life resume.

The basics may be well repeated, healed.
From an insiders perspective
the flaws aren't always that easily revealed.

Because of the repetitive side
of the problems I face, day in,
day out, I try to hide,
I try to shield others from the bore
inside my swings.

I asked my mom if I was fine
and she said sure
and as soon as the meaning of that word
had reached my dreary core
I discovered
I was fine once more.