Amaryllis

I'm sick to my stomach yet again I'm losing faith inside the walls of my head Every week there seems to be some new monster under my bed Tell me a story before I sleep Of how all the townspeople weep When the knight came back with the monster's head A hero had come and he paid off their debt They never had to worry about anything again I ask myself every single day "Is this living or this all a game?" Is something out there to tame this nightmare? I ask myself as I wake from bed "Are everyone's expectations met?" Is something going to end this story?