Overanalyzation

The apparition of nigh time falls upon my king size bed as I lay alone The mendacious shadows ramify my walls and the creepy boogey man and bed bugs crawl A plethora of anger, loneliness and pity glower in my eyes I stare back Impuissance cries Bereft of pride My emotions and I decry Faces of lavidity have a soiree with in me A party of self-pity Thoughts of being free exacerbates my negativity Lying in a fetal position overanalyzing myself causes a crazy transition Feeling as hopeless as a baby reminiscing too much on my problems-maybe