Every day I wake up, he’s there by my side,
Non- wagging tail and lifelessly-eyed.
A burden to bear,
He jumps onto my back.
To be carried around,
My esteem to attack.
And he’ll stay there day-long
And he’ll whisper and moan.
Til I start to believe that I’m all on my own.
With no hope of a break from his doom laden prose,
And no sign of a lift from my spiraling woes.
Some nights I wake up and it’s too much to bear.
I stare into the dark, and I know he’s still there.
His eyes always open, and fixed upon me.
Watching and waiting for morning you see.
Because when I get up I’ll continue to try,
To fight and to struggle when I just want to sigh.
So I guess I’ll get dressed and pretend life’s a breeze.
And he’ll climb up on my back, where nobody sees.