A hamster on crack is spinning a squeaky wheel in my rib cage It's been running for it's life all day and I can't console the damn thing This hyperactive fuzzball is going to be the death of me Nervous creature, afraid of everything! Especially afraid of losing love so it scurries faster and faster around and around the wheel goes Centrifugal force finally spinning it out of control Terrified to admit it can't do everything: dishes, walk the dog, lose the weight, clean the litter box, drink enough water, work 3 jobs, be successful, be beautiful, and be happy because if it's not everything then it's forgotten Then it's starving Then it's nothing ... nothing but skin and bones and beady little lifeless eyes running to nowhere Trapped in the darkness where my heart should be