Nights Like These

Nights like these, you know, the ones when you feel alone.

The ones when you feel like you have no one that truly cares.

Them nights when you go from happy to "...huh."

You don't really feel like doing anything except, you adamantly want to break down and cry?

You know, those ones.

For no reason at all should I feel this way, if i'm alone it's my own fault.

I don't have many friends 'cause i'm "antisocial."

I told myself that I didn't want a significant other because, well, love is only fun until it isn't.

I've convinced myself that a lone wolf is what I want to be but

What about on nights like these?

What about when I want someone to go out with just to get away from these white walls that stare at me all day?

What about when I decide to want someone to hold me until I fall asleep?

What about when I need someone who is just going to let me vent and cry on their shoulder?

What about when my mind is telling me that I'm worthless and I want someone to show me otherwise?

What about when...

Nah, know what? I can't think like that. I can't feel like that. I shouldn't feel like that.

Or maybe I just shouldn't feel, at all.

I thought I was happy but the truth is, I just buried my emotions for the sake of others.

Truth is, I'm a sensitive woman and I need social interaction.

Truth is, a girl has needs if you know what I mean.

Truth is, a loner lifestyle isn't for me.

But, who am I?

See, on nights like these, I'm a nobody who has nobody but wants everybody.

Attention is something I crave like how my lungs crave oxygen.

Nights when I'm alone I feel just that, alone.

Nights when I'm with friends, I'm content.

Nights when I feel risky I need people who are risk takers--

I'm sorry, did I say "need"? Nah, I don't need anything

I don't need no one, but nights like these make me feel like I do.

This is the cycle that happens in my mind all the time.

It's a constant fight, me vs. me saying "you need" "no, you don't need"

except

there's someone in the middle screaming " I want!"

Who do I listen to on nights like these?

Who do I listen to the morning after?

Where do I go from here, you know, from nights like these?