I only come out at night
The real me, anyway
Far from who I pretend to be
Every single day
At night the world is quiet
I sit with all my thoughts
The truth pours out of me
I feel just a little less lost
I sit with my emotions
Think of what the future holds
At night the world is quiet
But I know, I’m not alone
I don’t let it scare me
I try with all my might
The real me is out there
I only come out at night
About the Creator
Gail Fredricks
just someone learning, unlearning, and laughing through the chaos.
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