Tired mind so full of thoughts;
Flock of birds come nesting.
Noise and turmoil will not stop
Though I should be resting.
Round and round and round they go,
No end to them in sight.
Like a hamster on a wheel
They run and run all night.
Here I lie awake in bed,
I’m done with counting sheep.
Wishing that my mind was still,
So desperate for sleep.
Why do I bother trying to tell you I’m overloaded and need to be left alone? That your soapbox monolog — the volume of your voice and your emotion-laden tone — are hurting me, costing me so much energy to maintain self-control that I am becoming rapidly exhausted. Are you listening to me? Can you hear me?
I gave up; I wasn’t getting anywhere. Again.