It has an ugly head.
Always saying mean things.
Stress and anxiety
are its friends.
None of them are welcome.
Friends can help
but energy must be expended
in order to see them.
The usual fun activities
are no longer fun.
What happens when the sun no longer shines
and the rain soothes no more?
Whining and crying
only serve to irritate others.
Pushing yourself uses up strength.
But right now its all I have left.
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