Vicious little Worm.

There is a viscous little worm inside his head.

Nipping at his consciousness every waking moment.

He’s more bad tempered that a lion that’s not fed.

On self destruction he is bent.

He is sick of being used

Always wants to help, that’s great.

But just ends up feeling abused

When what he does, no one seems to appreciate.

She gets it in the ear

When he is asked to help

The outcome is something for her to fear

She is sick of the cards she has been dealt.

So what can be done

To rectify the situation

In her life there’s just no fun

It’s a case of gloom saturation.

In the end he pushes everyone away

He needs to feel his worth

That’s really her reason to stay

Of selfconfidence he has a dearth.