I stare darkness into darkness

until i see blooms of cotton white

I count from 1 to 100 

But never get through it quite right — 

“Did I just count this number, 

or should I count it next?”

I screw up the number

Then my eyes open wider

insomnia over insomnia 

My sanity takes a wild ride

​

On the account of OCD

stair counting 

is a never-won flight 

Before the first step

my palms are already wet

my head spins, legs cramp

red flag raids my mind 

how big is my step and how wide

also which number was I at?

dazed, confused, I scream inside 

“This sucks more than having no sleep at night”

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I admit I have a problem

that math is not on my side

without getting much sleep

I’ll have to use the disabled ramp!

How come my math is horrible

can't even count the sheep right

I did occasionally skip classes

but it shouldn’t have been this bad

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Yet the only measurement of success is counting 

so how do I cope with this plight

“I think I’m out of luck”

I mumble and I sigh

but I hear nothing back

because Rob the accountant 

is asleep by my side.