It Kills Me

It's there and there is no denying it. I'm told that the key is not to think about it, but how can you not when it is quickly becoming your reason for insanity. You start to question its existence; why is it here? By now you believe that you are under attack by something. You can’t ask for help because your co-workers would just look at you as if you were crazy, but you’re not crazy it’s there and it’s going to kill you if you don’t do something about it. For the love of God, why me, Lord, why me? All you have to combat this evil foe is this ruler, and, wait a minute that would work. Ahhhh that feels good.