Sleepless night
And a day full of sleep.
Maybe the moon shine bright
And the sun shine less,
Or just I hate the light.
Cause it feels like
People see deep,
Though they care less.
They don’t look into the eyes,
They only look at the face.
Maybe I hate the light
Or the people.
Maybe I have no one to see.
Maybe I want to hide,
The pain inside me.
And so,
My nights are sleepless
And day full of sleep.
A very good poem that has a searing honesty to it.
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