I am not sleeping properly.

When I'm not sleeping properly
Something is at the back of my head
And it really annoys me that it's just there
waiting, waiting, waiting

I have no idea what it is just yet
All I know is that it's just THERE
It leaves me feeling lost and helpless somehow
Because I don't know what to do

I think I'm bothered
But I'm not quite sure
I try to squash it, pretend it's gone
Maybe squeeze it into a tiny, tiny speck to hide somewhere

But it's still there.
SOMEWHERE.
I can still feel it, even if it's faint.
It's the coming and going that annoys me.

I fear that one day
We'll all play cards, namely:
A simple game of Old Maid
And I'll be the one losing.