Anxiety causes insomnia,

I believe this cause, but I am not stressed.

My mind is a constant dystopia;

My fantasies continue to protest.

Dreams are non-stop; nightmares are common.

My thoughts wander and are always stirring.

Lacking sleep and tiredness aren’t uncommon.

My brain assumes that sleep is very boring.

Sleep doesn’t come with ease; it’s difficult.

I’m forced to thank for this wonderful curse.

People hear my problems and they’re pitiful.

Do not have pity on me; things could be worse.

I love you, insomnia; I send “thanks,”

For my imagination and crazy pranks.