It's twelve, I hate the night cause I'm left to have the fight. The fight should be easy right, cause it's mine alone. Except every time I look in the mirror I know I'm not at home. This happens a ton, oh dear it's one. These voices in my head are at it again. They are so loud there has to be at least ten. Not sure if this means much to you. Hey look, it's two. Except there is only one. It's me. But it's not the me I know I can be. It's more of a she. Oh god, it's three I would like some sleep please. Just wait, there's more that I hate. Maybe I should say us. You know it is true so don't fuss. Why do I stay here? No change will appear. My life is such a bore. I can't believe it is four. I need to sleep now, I don't have long. Only now I remember, everything in my life is wrong. I try to hold my head up high. It's only when someone looks at my I feel like I want to die. Oh wait, that's all the time. I'll just stay at home even though I feel like this is a crime. Well now it is five. I will not say how I feel. I'm not quite sure that this is real. I don't know what to do to make this change. The thing I've become is honestly very strange. Only getting an hour of sleep will be like I'm carrying around bricks. Oh never mind it is already six. Well there is my alarm. Today is not going to be a charm. The only thing to do is try to get some sleep tonight. Until then I'll just stick with "I'm all right all right".
