Insomnia.
Its what I have
Its what I sew
Its in ever day I walk
In every night I stalk
Back and forth
Forth and back
Hours on end I lie awake
Regardless of time I first lay to rest
I sit I wonder
I stare, I test
Because for me night is eternal
And that is no jest.

For real people. Its a wonderful disorder, that and my probable dyslexia. Thank God for spell check.