A Poem

As I Sit Here As I sit here all tired and sleepy,My body not wanting to sleep is creepy. My body is extremely tired,But, my brain is so wired. It' does not want my body to lie down,And get the relief that in sleep is found. So I sit here with bags under my eyes,By now it should be no big surprise. I guess I can sleep when I die,If before then, I don't break down and cry.  Good day to alllllllllll.