...Sleepovers were never my thing...
The lights stood out,
But you couldn't hear my shouts.
I was surrounded by people,
Their smiles were lethal.
I didn't speak,
Only my demons screeched.
They asked me why I was so quiet,
I told them it was because I mimicked the darkness.
And as I sat there,
I let the nyctophilia take me everywhere...
