My legs twitch like they want to go somewhere

My mind races like it's already there

I say to those who feel obliged to care

I can't sleep

My hands reach, fiddle, and test something frightening

I tell them to stop, but watch, stomach tightening

I don't know if this statement is enlightening

I can't sleep

I'm given pills; three there, four here, two now

I'm told when to wake, stand up, share, now bow

Despite this, I ask for more, yet somehow

I can't sleep