Sometimes I lay awake in fright,
Staring at the ceiling;
Night after night.

Overcome with fears,
Unsure of the world;
Full of tears.

Tossing and turning,
Completely restless;
Moving and squirming.

Ever so frightening,
In the darkening shadows;
Spasmodic lightning.

Overwhelming uncertainty,
Constantly questioning,
Is this truly me?