"Something Else"

A constant nervous pain,

And a slap on the wrist with a switch,

Will have to rile me up,

To pick myself up from the ground.



Why I worry,

And why I fret about,

I know not,

But I fear you may be the cause of it.



You are not evil,

And you are just like me,

But something else tells me,

That there is something else there...