The Night
 

The night won't let me go. It keeps me in it's grips, and won't leave me be. When the world slows down, my mind speeds up. I yearn for something to make my happy. I hope that when the happiness comes, I can sleep again.

The night starts my thoughts. As hard as I try to stop thinking, and as hard as I try to sleep, my thoughts keep coming, and they don't let me go. The darkness hides my face, and my true emotions show through.

I love the night for setting me free, but hate it for attacking me. Alone in my room, I show who I am. No others see it, no others care enough to know.

It is deep and even a little dark. I like it!