I’ve felt it stir inside. 
Not every day, but it’s there.
Ominously growing 
And eating my insides.

It’s something deep, 
Like water, it causes ripples 
And lets me drown 
In it, too.

It's gripping me. At times, 
I wake up at 3 in the morning, 
Drenched in sweat
Wondering what it is.

And a part of me, which 
Is immersed in sadness, slowly 
Whispers back, 
“It’s no one but 
*Me
Me
Me*”

He is out every 30 minutes,

And puts stuff in his bin,

It's strange that he is out so much,

Just what's he putting in?