My body is strong,
yet something is wrong;
This feeling deep in my insides.
Coffee won't shift it,
nor will chocolate biscuits;
My skeleton is where it resides.
Deep in my tibula,
my cranium and fibula;
Every bone within my sides.
It's all in my head,
where is my bed;
I think I'll turn in for the night.
Feeling worn out and stressed lately