When you find yourself evaluating every little word,
You wonder if it will be noticed, or passed over, never heard...
When each time you see the image - The colors faded, black -
You pause for just a second as though it had some knack...
It seems something has gotten hold of the central part of you;
Though you try to stop it, ignore it, forget it - it lingers, carries through...
"Will you be gone, oh foolish thought?" you tell it in despair;
But ever lurking 'round the corner it's waiting for you there...
Hurried you try to outrun its course, but find again you've failed -
At the finish line it stands there waving - Having happily prevailed.
"I'll pretend I do not see you," you laugh under your breath;
But even though it fades a moment, it shall give you no due rest.
"HERE I AM!" It yells with fervor - Alarming you from your sleep!
Cover your head with a dozen pillows - It will not leave you be.
"Oh go away!" you vainly whimper, defeat sounds in your voice;
Yet no such pleasure shall it give you as it carries on its noise.
It only worsens as each day passes, and you fear you're getting weak;
But "what if?" "how can?" and "it shall never," your counselors do speak.
Now reinforced stands your endeavor NOT to let it in;
You continue reading though in your doorway it makes such awful din.
"I don't hear you, la la la," you sing with hands on head,
While quietly wondering in your deepest what will be its end...