Lying wide awake under my sheets
I recall who I used to be
I look at myself now and wonder
What has led me into this mansion of hunger
I dream of being better than who I used to be
I push aside any miseries
I work through my day in honesty and discipline.
I follow the rules, a routine keeps me going.
I spend hours of my day playing with my mates
Late hours at home are spent doing something good.
The calmness within is sometimes shattered by a wave of rage
A storm rises like it will never stop.
I see myself falling and worry I can never rise again.
But just a night’s sleep in my bed
Will make everything right once again.