Nights.

Some nights,

I lay awake,

Thinking about how much

I hate my life.

 

Other nights,

I lay awake,

Unable to control how happy I am,

Smiling like a fool.

 

A few nights,

I sit there,

Void of emotion,

Unable to cry.

 

But there is never a time

When you don’t cross my mind.

This poem is about: 
Me

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