Hyperchondria

somethin' ain't right somethin' ain't cool my head's poundin' hot need ta see somebody who'll be able to give me a diagnoses, to tell me my likely prognosis 'cause I jus' don't know what to do, I think I got the subliminal flu below the threshold of perception I'm chilled hot an' shakin' over I think I've contracted self-deception moreover, I'm sure I've got overexposure I can't sleep, I obviously can't dream my palms are sweatin' wet 'n' sticky ain't nothin' like what it really seems my mind, my brain, my god! I'm sickly!! my chest is palpitatin' my eyelids are justa flutterin' the whole damn thing's so aggravatin' I wish I could jus' stop this sufferin' you think "it's all in my head" and I hope that you'd be right 'cause if it moves into my heart I'll be dead before midnight "breathe" I tell myself, "jus' breathe" it'll be alright if ya just chill it just fall in bed or jus' crawl underneath better thrown for a loop than thrown for a fit Ahhhh, now -- inhale -- breathe again that's better, s l o w e r...ok now - sometimes bein' me is just a bane but thanks, I'm better, recoupin' somehow I'm gettin' back from this virile attack © Goode Guy 2013-01-22 yeah I know it's spell'd "hypochondria"...