Nights

Every night is the longest day

As I see the small sliver of sun over the bay.

So quite, not peacful

So tranquil, not blissful

I wish I could just sleep for a moment,

but the scary thoughs are the main apponent.

My eyes burn, and scream from the sleep I dont not get

The nightmares terify me, I never forget.

But as I lie here, night after next,

My swiviling head breaks my neck.

Though the fact is not quite clear

All I know is that I fear

Fear of death

Fear of the dark

Fear of the fact I can go anywhere without the mark

The mark that shows im not normal

Not like the other boys playing football

Not like the other girls, who fall for the  boys

This raging thought of I will never really be me

keeps me awake

But no one cares

and no one ever will.